Given the nature of the spell she used, it was nearly impossible to know whom her magic would choose to bring in. Or if there was even a choosing process in the first place. Something of a lottery. For an orderly person who liked certainty, it was perhaps a bit odd that Raven enjoyed the unpredictability aspect of the occasion. Or maybe she was too shy to handpick someone and ask, “Hey, would you like to spank me?” It was easier to let the spell appoint that someone for her. She still had to perform the second part herself, asking that odd question.
Just an ordinary man, she supposed. Yeah, she thought, it couldn’t get more ordinary than that. Nothing awfully special, it seemed. Thankfully, giving a gal a couple of slaps on the butt didn’t really require a delicate skillset. Anyone could do it, really. When it came to doing a good job at it though, it probably needed a certain talent. And a certain affection for butts. In this case, her grey and round one.
A gifted heroine, for sure. But she had never been a social girl. Preferred loneliness. Tended to keep others at an arm’s length. Thus, she didn’t like being touched. When his hands left her narrow shoulders, she subtly looked at one of her shoulders, before directing her gaze at him again. Excitement, fear, or anxiety. She couldn’t quite tell how he felt. Surely surprised, though. That seemed obvious. Rightfully so. “Wrong bird…” Raven squinted. But offered a small smile when he uttered her name. “Yeah, that’s the one.”
It wasn’t that surprising this particular civilian knew who she was. Unlike some of her other team members, she tried to keep a low profile, but sometimes that was impossible. As the man offered his apologies, for what even he probably didn’t know, Raven elected to stare at him silently for a moment. “Sure…”
Getting up, she turned around and unhurried walked towards the end of the room. “I’m aware that the probability of you knowing me is high.” Raven slowly opened the door. Sticking her head outside, she checked the hallway, which was empty. “That’s not why I told you my name.” Pulling herself back, she closed the door again. A little click, and she locked it as well. “I was giving you an excuse to tell me yours.” As she walked back towards him, the heroine glanced across her room. The bed, the armchair in the corner, the table, and finally the chair behind which she came to a stop. They had some options.
“You didn’t interrupt me.” Raven suggested. “I need your help. With something.” With something pale, round, smooth, and currently hidden behind a cloak, she had yet to explain. “So… Do you have the time?”
|