Cerulean Cape fingers in your mouth

Ah, so she was. It was perfect. He laughed as she begged him for war stories, having danced this particular tango before. Chicks dug the military men; it was the same everywhere. Wait until she saw his scars, particularly the ones that weren't, uh, particularly visible right now.

What is it you wanna know? Verx asked, raising an eyebrow. You wanna hear adventure stories, or shall I tell you about all the dudes I've offed? This was where it varied. Some girls really liked hearing about the blood. (Spoiler alert: those were the freaks. In a good way.) He had no idea where to place Lilia; he'd just have to find out from her answer and. . .oh.

Man, he wasn't a fool born yesterday; he knew what she was doing. Didn't mean he didn't enjoy watching her do her thing. She was so young, just getting into this whole arena. Verx would take any lay, but there were two kinds far above the rest: older women with nothing to lose. . .and yearlings with everything to lose, and a marked desire to lose it.