Rin is from Reiassan, Ivette from Addergoole. 100 words.
Later, Rin would never be sure how the redhead had gotten into her room, or what she had whispered in her ear to get her to relax. She would never know quite where the woman with the fire-hair had come from, or where she had gone, leaving nothing but a long line of bruises and scratches and a series of blurry but oh so pleasant memories.
“Consider me a wedding gift,” the gorgeous woman had murmured, and then, “lie back,” and, far outside of her normal mode, Rin had lain on the soft sheets and spread herself to the pleasure.
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