“...And over here is our Sacred Foundry, where the finest smiths and the strongest steel come together to produce the weapons and armor of the Boros Legion!” Raelia says proudly, skimming low enough over the forge below that you can feel the searing heat on your skin. Thankfully, she doesn’t stay at that altitude long, and the wind whistles through your hair as her wings flap give a powerful flap, sending you soaring upwards over Ravnica. A few moments later, she levels off, and you glide peacefully for a while before slowing to a stop and making a graceful landing on the very top of Sunhome itself. You can see the city stretching to the horizon here, painted orange and gold in the sunset, and you smile at the enthusiastic redhead currently holding you as she releases her firm grip around your waist. “Well, Anon, unless you’d like to go back and take a closer look somewhere, that concludes our tour! What did you think?” Raelia’s eyes glow like fire in the setting sun as she looks to you expectantly. “I didn’t bore you, did I?” “Not at all,” you reply, shaking your head. “It was, uh... really educational. I never knew the Boros had so many different parts.” The tour had been her idea, of course, but you’d happily gone along with it, since it was closest thing to an actual date the you’d managed to get in the few weeks the two of you had been talking. Raelia nods, looking satisfied. “Of course! So many people think we’re just a bunch of rank-and-file soldiers and nothing else. As if anything would get done without a proper chain of command! Idiots.” The thought makes her glower for a moment, then she seems to remember that you’re here and brightens up again. “Anyway, I’m glad you liked it, Anon! And I’m glad we’ve gotten closer, these past few days. You have a strong spirit, and a good heart, and I...” She trails off, her gaze suddenly distant, looking out over the sun-glazed buildings below. “Hm?” You’d never seen her do that before. She was usually very sure of herself when it came to words. “Is everything okay?” “Anon, I...” There it was again. And that faint redness in her cheeks, too, more than just the reflection of the sun... Was she— It couldn’t be. Could it? Raelia’s wings bristle as her eyes stay fixed out over the city. Your heart thumps in your chest as you wait for her to speak, in this rare moment of vulnerability... “I...” You can tell her cheeks are definitely red now, despite the fact she has her back to you. Her wings rustle as she turns, revealing her face... Which is twisted and flushed in absolute, burning rage. “I can’t BELIEVE this!” Raelia snarls, spinning back around and jabbing a finger out at the sun-painted streets. “Those THUGS are harassing an innocent citizen in the very SHADOW of Sunhome itself! Do they have no honor? Feel no shame?!” You squint, trying to follow Raelia’s finger, and manage to make out a few blurry silhouettes near the entrance to an alleyway, but nothing more than that. “Raelia, are you sure that’s what’s going on? I mean—” “Anon, STAY HERE!” she shouts over you, eyes ablaze with righteous anger. “Those hooligans are about to get a taste of BOROS JUSTICE!” And with that, she leaps off the edge of Sunhome, her lithe form twisting gracefully as she spreads her wings and shoots towards the alleyway like a miniature meteor. You sigh heavily, slumping against the domed roof and mentally kicking yourself for thinking you’d even had a chance there. Raelia was certainly enthusiastic and friendly, but she took her job and her guild more seriously than anything else... which made the fact that she checked pretty much all your boxes in terms of attraction even more painful. ‘Stay here’, she’d said. Not that you had much of a choice. You cross your arms and stare down at the alleyway, where you can already see faint bursts of light and flame, and hope that ‘BOROS JUSTICE’ would be served in short order. You don’t exactly relish the idea of spending the night on top of Sunhome. ------- Just as your back is starting to go numb from leaning against the sandstone, Raelia returns, swooping down with a triumphant grin on her face and what looks like the crushed, half-melted remains of a shortsword in her fist. “Don’t worry, Anon!” she says, beaming. “Justice was served! Those three have nothing to look forward to but a long, hard stay in Azorious detention cells.” “Ugh...” You groan softly, sitting up and wincing as your spine pops in protest. “That’s great, Raelia. Can I go home now?” The question comes out sounding a bit grumpier than you’d intended, probably because your entire body feels stiff as a plank of wood. Raelia frowns, eyes narrowing. “Hmph! Anon, I would’ve thought you of all people would know to put others’ needs before your own! There was a CRIME IN PROGRESS! What did you expect me to do, sit there and let those men SPIT in the face of the law?!” She’s half-shouting now, wings flared aggressively, and opens her mouth to continue her tirade before her face suddenly softens. “Ahem. That is, er... I’m sorry.” She lowers her voice, walking across the roof and extending a hand to help you up, which you take gratefully. “I shouldn’t have left you here like I did, that was wrong of me. I’ll take you home now, and I apologize for my outburst.” The words are slow, calm, and measured, as if she’s trying deliberately not to start shouting again. “The Legionnaires say I need to improve my ‘impulse control’ and ‘snap decision-making’. I guess that applies outside of the battlefield, too.” Raelia laughs softly, hooking her arms around your waist once more as she prepares for take off. “Do you forgive me?” She looks at you, her reddish-gold eyes wide and earnest, and you see your chance. “On one condition,” you say, grinning. “Dinner at my place tomorrow, you and me. 6:30.” She frowns. “My patrol ends at 7.” “7:30 it is.” That earns you a laugh. “You drive a hard bargain, Anon, but I accept. I’ll see you then.” The rest of your flight passes in comfortable silence, and even hours after Raelia drops you off in front of your door, you can still see the glow of the sunlight in her eyes. Tomorrow night can’t come soon enough. ------- You tap your foot anxiously, watching your wall clock tick away the seconds. After checking, double-checking, and re-double-checking everything, all that’s left is to wait. Dinner was ready, your apartment was cleaned and organized, and you’d even ironed a nice shirt and pants for the occasion. You weren’t exactly sure what Raelia would wear to a date (if she even considered it a date), but you figured it was better to be overdressed than under. The precise moment the clock hand strikes 7:30, you hear three loud knocks from behind the door. That was Raelia, all right. You’d heard the jokes about how the Boros would rather be dead than late, but with her, it didn’t seem all that far-fetched. Smiling to yourself, you get up from the couch and pull open the door. Raelia is standing there, and she looks stunning. She’s wearing a short, slinky white dress with bright red trim, high boots that look like they’ve just been polished, and an equally-white blouse (with slits to accommodate her wings) emblazoned with the emblem of the Boros Legion. Her hair is let down as well, falling almost to her waist in a silky crimson curtain that’s a far cry from her usual tight, regulation ponytail. The overall effect is extremely attractive, and you have to take a moment to collect yourself before stammering out something that resembles a greeting. “O-oh, hey! You look, uh...” “Different?” she says, smirking slightly. “I can’t be in fatigues ALL the time, you know.” “Different, yeah... but great! Really great. I like, uh...” You trail off, taking in the nuances of the outfit, the way the dress shows off her toned legs, and how the top frames her bust just so... “I like all of it,” you finish truthfully. “A lot.” “Why, thank you,” Raelia replies, looking very pleased with herself. “It’s just bits and pieces of some old dress uniforms, but I think it turned out nicely.” She steps inside, shutting the door behind her, then gestures to the table, where you’ve already laid out glasses of wine, a bowl of salad, and plates of still-steaming pasta. “So, shall we?” she says, giving you a smile. “It smells delicious.” The two of you sit down, making idle, awkward small talk as you begin to eat. You run through the usual topics: the weather (fine), the guild rumors (the Izzet have apparently discovered the secret to infinite magical energy for the third time this month), and so on. Eventually, the conversation strays towards work, and the dinner progresses, you discover to your mild surprise that although Raelia isn’t the best at chitchat, she’s a fantastic storyteller. She regales you with tales of past raids on illegal Golgari harvesting operations , stopping rampaging Simic abominations, and breaking up Rakdos blood orgies. By the time she gets to the one about the Gruul shaman who nearly destroyed half the city by sending an entire brood of tunnel hydras into a stampede, the two of you are laughing and chatting back and forth like old friends. “Things looked bad, very bad. There were rumors in the back lines that we’d have to call in Razia herself for backup, which would’ve put an ugly stain on everyone’s reputation. Then some Legionnaire gets the idea to use one of the Azorius spotlights to try and blind the things, and what do you know? The hydras absolutely HATE it, and start peeling off away from the residential districts exactly like we wanted. We sent some Skyknight squadrons up to man the rest of them, and with the Section-Commander coordinating ground assaults, the whole thing was mopped up in less than an hour. We had to pay the Azorius some absurd fee for ‘misuse of equipment’ to keep the peace— as if anything can be misused while it’s protecting the innocent, ha!— but overall, the operation was a complete success!” Raelia finishes proudly, slamming her fist on the table hard enough to rattle the silverware for emphasis. She starts digging into her second plate of pasta, which she’d initially been suspicious of (“It looks like pale worms. You aren’t getting this from the Golgari, are you?”) until you’d proven to her that it really was just flour, water, and eggs. “This is fantastic, Anon,” she says, getting the words in between massive bites. “The garrison food at Sunhome gets the job done, of course, but cooking like yours is in a completely different league!” She shoots you a wink. “I’ll have to stop by here more often!” “Y-yeah! You’re always welcome,” you reply, smiling back even as your cheeks heat up a bit. Had she just flirted with you? With any other girl, it’d be painfully obvious, but Raelia was the type to say something like sincerely. As you keep talking, you begin to notice her wince a bit every now and then as she adjusts her wings to confine to a chair that’s very obviously been designed for a human. You resist the urge to curse aloud as you realize how uncomfortable she must be. Gods, how stupid were you? Maybe there was still time to salvage it, at least... “Raelia?” you ask, swallowing the last of your food. “Do you, uh... want to move to the couch, maybe? I mean, your wings...” She nods, getting up almost immediately and wincing again. “I was just about to ask. The food was good, but that chair was awful.” Her eyes narrow as she shoots the offending piece of furniture a glare, then walks over to the loveseat, sitting down and extending her wings gingerly. “My pinions are all bent now,” she pouts, kicking the floor in irritation. “It’ll take hours for me to get them straight again...” “What if I help?” You almost surprise yourself with the boldness of the question, especially since you don’t have the slightest idea how to fix the problem she’s having. But hey, it’s at least worth a shot... Raelia frowns, looking bewildered. “Help? Well, it might go faster then, but do you even know how to groom Skyknight wings?” In that moment, the gods take pity on you, and you’re hit with a sudden flash of brilliant inspiration. “Wait right here,” you reply, giving her a wink and heading off to the bathroom. There, you quickly dig up your old bristled hairbrush (an ancient relic from an era long past, where you’d hang out in parks with a long, shaggy mop coming off your head and try to pick up Selesnya chicks) and clean the worst of the dust off of it before returning to the living room. Raelia looks at you in mild disbelief as you sit back next to her, brandishing the brush like it’s some sort of holy weapon. “What are you going to do with tha—nng! Ohhh...” The rest of her sentence dissolves into a soft, contented murmur as you carefully run the bristles over her wings, taking extra care with the feathers that seem disheveled or out of place. She gives a noticeable shiver as you move the brush out towards the more delicate ones near the edges, barely managing to get out a strained, unsteady “Anon, b-be careful with thooooohhhh...” before falling back into monosyllabic bliss. A few minutes later, you finish the backs of her wings and move to the insides and front. Her feathers are gorgeous here, soft and downy with a texture like silk, and you can’t resist the urge to run your hand through them, gently scratching. Doing so earns you a breathy, half-stifled moan from Raelia, who at this point is lying back against the cushions, her face a mask of ecstasy. As soon as the sound escapes, she immediately clamps her mouth shut, cheeks flushing nearly the same color as her hair. “A-anon, I... nnnf...” Raelia gasps, another shiver running through her as you finish running the brush along her wings’ interior. “That was... nice. Thank you.” She fluffs said wings a bit, face still flushed, and looks at you wordlessly, as if unsure what to say. With those beautiful red-gold eyes staring into yours and the pleasant buzz from the wine still going strong, you decide to settle that for her. Scooting closer across the seat, you clasp her hands tightly in yours before leaning in for a long, deep kiss. Her eyes widen as you move in— there’s a surprised jerk, a startled gasp— but then, seconds later, she’s pushing back with twice the enthusiasm you are, her lips hot and passionate against yours, tasting, somehow, of cinnamon... The kiss feels like it continues for an hour at least, and when you’re finally forced to break away, you both take a moment to recover, panting. Then it’s Raelia who grabs you this time, her hands firmly on your shoulders as she half-guides, half-shoves you against the back wall before practically leaping at you for an encore. Pressed against her like this, you can feel all the subtle curves of her frame, the way her hips wiggle slightly against yours as she pushes further into the kiss... it’s enough to make a noticeable bulge start to form in your pants, and with the way she’s rubbing up on you, you’re almost certain she can feel it. Your suspicions are confirmed a few seconds later, when Raelia pulls back slightly, her face split in a grin as she stares directly at your crotch. Her hands move down from your shoulders to your wrists, which she grips firmly before pinning them up against the wall above you, forcing you into a sort of victory pose. There’s a soft sizzle and a flare of light, and when she withdraws her hands, you find that yours are suddenly unable to move, bound tightly to the wall by a pair of shining white restraints. “Uh, Raelia...?” Oh, shit. Shit shit shit... You’d never taken the self-righteous redhead for anything but an absolute pure vanilla, and now here she is, cuffing you to your own fucking wall like you were a prisoner she was about to interrogate. The fact that that thought simultaneously fills you with fear and makes your dick throb even harder is not very comforting. “What the hell.” She smiles apologetically, fiddling with the collar of her blouse to undo one button, two buttons, three, exposing more and more of the cleavage underneath. “Sorry, Anon, but I want to do this right! I’ve never, well, BEEN with anyone before, so I want to make sure I have everything under control.” “Y-you... you could’ve just asked me to take it slow, for fucks’ sake!” you choke out, shaking your head in disbelief and trying to ignore the fact that your boner is now pressing almost painfully against your pants. “Are you insane?” Raelia shrugs. “It’s easier this way! I’ll do everything by the book, so you can get the best possible experience!” You sigh heavily, your fear quickly being replaced by exasperation, though the lust alongside it isn’t going anywhere. “Raelia, do you even know what ‘by the book’ means here?” Her opens her mouth to retort, then shuts, and then she shrugs again.“Well, no, but I can figure it out! I’m not stupid, Anon!” She crosses her arms over her half-bare chest, seething. “But if you think I’m such an idiot, then I can just go! So which will it be?” Her expression twists into a proud, self-satisfied smirk. “We do it now, on my terms, or I walk away. The cuffs will dissolve in around three hours.” You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry, and consider your options. On one hand, you could return to relative normalcy. On the other, you could accept the eager (if slightly misguided) advances of the beautiful, earnest, red-headed angel in front of you... Well, shit. Not much of a choice, was it? You sigh again, twisting your bound wrists into a slightly more comfortable position, and nod. “Okay, Raelia. We’ll do it your way.” She beams. “I was hoping you’d say that! Now, let’s see—” With an anticipatory grin, she steps forward, grabbing your belt and forcibly yanking your pants and then underwear around your ankles— “what we’re working with!” You can’t help but gasp in relief as your cock bounces free of its enclosure, already fully erect from the teasing she’s been doing. For a moment, Raelia looks a bit taken aback, but her cheerful enthusiasm returns in full force as she wraps her hand around your shaft and begins stroking, slowly and deliberately. You let out a moan, a low, guttural sound, and she giggles, squeezing it just hard enough to send a tingling shock of pleasure through you. “See, I told you I could learn! That’ll teach you to doubt the Boros!” Though it’s a little embarrassing to admit it, Raelia isn’t wrong. Her motions might be inexperienced, but the enthusiasm behind them, the way her creamy cleavage sways back and forth as her eyes stayed fixed almost hungrily on your tip... it makes up for that and more. You moan again, and she picks up the pace, pumping and caressing and making your toes curl with pleasure. At this rate, you doubt you even have a minute left before you— THWOOM. Both of you start in shock as what sounds like a massive explosion echoes through the air, rattling the walls of your apartment. Raelia immediately leaps back and settles into a defensive stance in front of you, heedless of the fact that her breasts are very nearly hanging out of her shirt. “That didn’t sound good,” she says grimly, wings bristling. “Explosions at this hour are NEVER good.” You smile weakly, desperately trying to think of a plausible excuse that would get those angelic fingers back on your cock. Selfish, sure, but at this point, you’re pretty sure any man in Ravnica would gladly let the entire city fall around him if it meant getting Raelia back to finish what she’d started. “Probably... probably just the Izzet,” you say, nodding as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Y-you know them, always messing with those experime—” THWOOM!! This time, there’s no doubting where the explosion comes from, seeing as it blows out a good half of your back wall. Even as you cough and try to blink away the dust, Raelia has already spun to face the threat, her fists wreathed in shimmering flames. “SHOW YOURSELF!” she shouts, jabbing a finger at the slowly-clearing cloud of debris. “Be known, sower of chaos, so I may STRIKE YOU DOWN IN THE NAME OF THE LEGION!” For a moment, there’s nothing but the soft crackle of fire and the sound of settling debris... and then a mocking cackle rings out from behind the hole in your wall, and a figure steps into the half-light, a mad grin stretched across its face. You quickly realize it’s a girl, and a tall well-developed one at that, considering she’s wearing torn red stockings, long red gloves, and absolutely nothing else, save for what looks like a large spiked leather belt looped around her waist. You resist the urge to groan, a bit of pre leaking from your tip onto the floor below. As if watching Raelia’s tits bounce hadn’t been enough... “Oh, hello, Rae~! I haven’t seen you in ages!” the girl says, running long, dirty nails through her spiky red-and-black hair. “You never call, you never write... and now you’re here slutting it up with some street kid? Being an arrogant waste of meat is one thing, but now you’re gonna go and try to take my job, too, huh?! Yeah, no, that’s not gonna happen.” She pops her knuckles loudly, smirking, then casually adds, “bitch.” Raelia’s face is contorted in searing, unbridled rage. The flames around her fists have moved to envelope her entire body, and her voice is frighteningly calm as she stares down the mostly-naked intruder. “Xeva,” she says, the pure hatred carried in that one word almost palpable. ‘Xeva’ just grins, revealing a mouthful of blackened teeth, filed down to wicked points. “Aw, you remember!” She turns over to you, shimmying her bare, shapely hips in a way that makes your cock twitch and pulse with need almost before you realize what’s happening. “You should try rollin’ with Rakdos sometime, kid. Trust me, we’re WAY more fun than a bunch of two-bit grunts in uniform—” “DIE!” Raelia shrieks, leaping towards the dark-haired girl in a burst of radiant fury. Xeva whoops, backflipping away and laughing maniacally as she lands, then pounces at your would-be savior, spiky arcs of black lightning bursting from her fingers as she wrestles to stay on top. This time, you do groan, and not just because you’re suddenly trapped in the middle of an all-out guild grudge match. Both girls are now rolling over back and forth across the now-ruined floor of your apartment, screaming insults at each other as each one tries to gain the upper hand. In between the bursts of fire and lightning, you’re treated to tantalizing glimpses of bare, supple flesh: Raelia’s breasts pressed tightly against her assailant’s, Xeva’s deliciously long legs flailing as she struggles to find purchase, the way her nails dig into Raelia’s now-naked thighs, the red-and-white dress long since burned away... the entire scene is simultaneously terrifying, absurd, and almost painfully erotic. “Shit, Rae!” Xeva shouts, laughing as she flips the other girl over and forces her down into a headlock. “If you fuck as bad as you fight, no wonder you had to get this schmuck in cuffs to make him stick around!” She looks up at you and winks, teeth bared in a predatory grin. “C’mon, loser, spill! How much is she paying you?” You’re not in any kind of state to reply, but luckily you’re spared the trouble as Raelia throws herself upwards and backwards, slamming Xeva against the intact wall hard enough to make her let out a disturbingly sexual shriek of pain. “He invited ME over, you DEMON-SUCKING WHORE!!” the Skyknight shouts, twisting away from the Xeva’s grip and wrapping her hands around the Rakdos girl’s throat. “This ends NOW!” As the smoke from their tussling clears, you notice (to your dick’s great enthusiasm) that Raelia is now completely naked, save for a few singed tatters of fabric clinging to her toned, slender body. In any other situation, where your hands weren’t bound to a wall and you weren’t fearing for your life, you would’ve been on her like a wild animal, but as it was, you were forced to be content with long, greedy stares. Xeva moans, her eyes rolling back in her head even as Raelia squeezes further. Knowing the Rakdos, even this was probably getting her off somehow. “N-n... not... today... bitch,” she chokes out, sticking a forked, heavily-pierced tongue out at the two of you before disappearing with a CRACK, a puff of dirty smoke, and a smell like burning flesh. Raelia is left strangling empty air, and as she realizes what’s happened, she yells in frustration, spinning round to put a flaming fist clean through your other wall. Two down... “She got away,” she mutters looking sullenly at the ground. “She ALWAYS gets away!” Her fists clench, and she looks like she’s about to smash something else for a moment before she appears to notice you again. “...ugh. Anon, I really am sorry about this. I’ll have the Azorius pull a stipend out of my wages for repairs, all right?” Raelia sighs, brushing bits of debris of her feathers and staring moodily out the hole in the ruined wall. As annoyed and dirty as she is, though, she still looks stunning: her whole body is a one long, muscular curve, with perky, medium-sized breasts capped with coral-pink nipples and perfect, pale lower lips, bare save for a neatly-trimmed triangle of red hair right above them. “Xeva, that idiot... she just HAD to ruin everything!” she mutters, walking over towards you. “Here, hold still and I’ll break... the cuffs...” She pauses, looking bemused at the fact you’re still at a healthy full mast. “Anon,” Raelia says, her eyes accusing, “were you getting off to me driving out that Rakdos scum?” You resist the urge to burst out laughing at how seriously she asks the question. As if this day could get any more surreal... “Sorry, Raelia,” you say, grinning weakly. “I’m a man of simple pleasures, and, well, uh...” You give her a shrug. “You look really good naked.” Her expression softens at the compliment, though she still looks a bit annoyed. “I suppose it’d be cruel of me to just leave now, with you like this...” You nod in enthusiastic agreement, wishing for around the billionth time that your hands weren’t restrained. Raelia looks you over, biting her lower lip as she appears to consider something. “Well, I’m already naked. Might as well just do it, then.” “Do wha—?!” That’s as far as you get before the redhead leaps up at you, hands firmly gripping your shoulders as her wings pump to keep her aloft. Brow furrowed in concentration, she slowly lowers herself onto your cock, spreading her thighs wide and digging her feet into your back to better accommodate you. You gasp as you slip between her folds, then moan, every single nerve of your body alight with fiery pleasure. So warm, so eager, so tight yet so yielding... and she’s wet, too, you can tell, almost dripping, ready to receive. The sensation of being inside her alone is almost more than you can bear, and it only gets better as she begins to bounce atop you, her perfectly-sized chest heaving with exertion as she forces you to hilt yourself inside her, again and again and again... “I—ngh! Hope this makes— ahn! Up for... nff... the rest of tonight!” Raelia says, her words becoming more and more strained as she picks up the pace of her enthusiastic bouncing. You don’t reply, the way her lower lips eagerly grip and slide against your shaft making anything more than gasps, grunts, and the occasional moan impossible. She’s getting into it herself now, you can tell, if the way she pants and shivers with every smack of her thighs against your hips is any indication... A few more strokes, and you feel your balls tightening, the entire night’s pent-up sexual frustration threatening to break forth like a tidal wave through a levee. You open your mouth, trying to force out something resembling a warning, but as you do, a particularly hard bounce makes her pussy suddenly contract, squeezing tightly around your length, and it’s over. The floodgates open, and you shout something vulgar and incoherent as your entire body falls into bliss, your hips shuddering as you send burst after burst of hot, sticky seed between her waiting folds. But even as you cum, Raelia’s moving faster and faster, her breaths fast and hot and unsteady as she slams herself onto you, over and over, until her fingers dig into your shoulders hard enough to draw blood and her muscular legs lock tightly around your dick and she lets out a scream of ecstasy, eyes flaring a brilliant gold, her wings snapping out hard enough to cause a shockwave. A moment later, she convulses, and a nova of pure white flame explodes outwards from the two of you, turning the living room furniture, the carpet, and the rest of your south wall into piles of neatly-vaporized dust. As each of you come down from your respective post-orgasmic highs, you sit in silence for a moment, staring at each other, before Raelia finally ventures, “Well.” She looks around the room, cringing slightly as she notices your newly-installed floor-to-ceiling window. “Anon, you need to believe me when I say I had ABSOLUTELY no idea that would happen.” You nod, somewhat woozily, and slump forward as the cuffs binding your hands to the still-intact wall dissolve, taking a few seconds to reflect on the day’s events as you gingerly pull out of Raelia. You’ve been cuffed, pinned, and teased almost to your breaking point, had your home invaded by a Rakdos fanatic, then destroyed by the climax of the girl you’ve been trying to get with since you knew she existed... All in all, you think, slowly collapsing to the floor as Raelia looks over you, eyes wide and concerned... now would be an excellent time to pass out. Evidently, your subconscious agrees, and the world goes fuzzy as you do exactly that. Maybe, when you wake up, things will be close to normal again. But either way, you know you’ll still have Raelia. For better or worse. ------- In the safe, secluded alley of a certain street, a certain girl, her form rendered all but invisible by magic and shadow, shivers as she caresses herself, hand shoved down her dark blue dress as she replays the sensual, flesh-filled memories she’d captured just minutes before. Infiltrating the fool boy’s apartment had been trivial, but that Boros tramp was a liability. She could be easily dealt with though, and then nothing would remain between the Dimir agent and her prize. Perhaps she’d pay him a visit soon... [To be continued?]