"I'm not interrupting, am I?" Roxie was hovering a couple of feet above Joe, dressed in sleek, black metal body armour that resembled a cat suit. A black metal belt with red highlights was slung low across her hips, and her black and red mace dangled from it, moonlight glinting off of its spikes. There was a soft breeze tonight, and it rustled through Roxie's hair.
Upon closer inspection, Joe would notice that a thin sheen of sweat covered Roxie's skin.
Eurynomos, an ancient Greek demon who fed on the flesh of corpses had somehow managed to escape from the Underworld, and Hera had charged her favourite granddaughter to track it down. Doing a sweep of all of New York's cemeteries had not been the easiest thing - especially not when some of them harboured vampires, zombies, and living mummies named N'Kantu.
"Because if you need to be alone, I'm fairly certain I can find something else with an ass that needs kicking." This was said lightly, though she was being honest. Her home was a pretty good size, but she didn't want Joe to feel as though she was crowding him, regardless.
Sometimes, experience had taught her, a guy just needed some alone time.
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Upon closer inspection, Joe would notice that a thin sheen of sweat covered Roxie's skin.
Eurynomos, an ancient Greek demon who fed on the flesh of corpses had somehow managed to escape from the Underworld, and Hera had charged her favourite granddaughter to track it down. Doing a sweep of all of New York's cemeteries had not been the easiest thing - especially not when some of them harboured vampires, zombies, and living mummies named N'Kantu.
"Because if you need to be alone, I'm fairly certain I can find something else with an ass that needs kicking." This was said lightly, though she was being honest. Her home was a pretty good size, but she didn't want Joe to feel as though she was crowding him, regardless.
Sometimes, experience had taught her, a guy just needed some alone time.