Redsand Canyon onero

fixed my initial reply to match the continuity

Imperator. Auxiliary. Whatever. He was her boss and she his teeth. That's how such things always were, when you stripped away the fancy names.

He leaned forward; purely on instinct, she leaned back, a growl catching in her throat. It took a controlled exhale to will her body into obedience.

Calm down, dumbass. Calm down.

She tilted her chin upwards to give the boss better access to her neck. Maybe a cultural clash was occurring, but to her this seemed really fucking intimate. A raspy half-chuckle got out of her.

Damn fella, at least get me diner first.

She resisted the urge to say it out loud.

"Uuuh." His curiosity and correct guess were strange, but she lacked the brains to put the pieces together. "Yeah, snow white. But she had all these big scars. Was big too. Herself."