Slimantha stepped into the steel stairway after Latril, the slime summoner’s black shoes lightly tapping against the downward-leading steel stairs. Latril’s black high-heels sounded out in front of her. The pair walked through the stairway leading down into Latril’s lair, the lair’s front door behind the two women.
“So,” Latril said, glancing back at Slimantha, “you think Samuel will convince Mitsy? I’d really like a grudge match against that dragon woman.”
Slimantha flashed the swird woman a smile. “I’m sure it will be fine,” the slime summoner said. “Samuel’s a hero. He’s got this.”
Laughs began slipping out from between Latril’s lips. “He seems kind of weak to me, but maybe he’d be better at rizzing a mimic than fighting.”
“Like I said, he’s got this.” Slimantha smiled again. “So you want a rematch with Valerie? Want to get punchy with her?”
“Well,” Latril said, glancing back at Slimantha again, “I’d rather get stabby with her if you know what I mean.” She looked forward and summoned a silvery sword into her hands. “I’d really love to run that”—she called Valerie an expletive—“through.”
“Now, now,” Slimantha said, raising her right pointer finger in front of herself. “Remember your language.”
“Right. Right,” Latril said, dispelling the sword. “Anyway”—she stepped out of the stairway and onto the steel floor—“this way.” She led Slimantha deeper into her lair. Soon, the pair stepped into a rec room. “Just wait here. I”—the swird woman glanced down at the black dress that garbed her—“want to get changed out of this dress. Be right back. Unless …” A cocky smirk spread across her face. “How would you like to join me as I slip out of this dress?” She gave a wink, a hint of seduction to her voice.
“Nah, I’m good.” Slimantha smiled. “I’ll wait here. Have fun changing.”
Latril blinked. “Well, I clearly failed my seduction roll. Anyway, be right back.” The sword woman headed out of the room.
Now a certain slime summoner blinked. “Seduction roll? Wait. There was a seduction roll?” She blinked again. “I missed out on something amazing, didn’t I?” She sighed but then looked around the room.
A steel-framed gray couch sat in the rec room, a steel table in front of it. Further out, in front of the table with a sizable gap between it and the table, was a rectangular crystal set against the wall. A few crows stood in the gap between the table and crystal. Slimantha glanced at the crows for a moment. Then she turned her eyes away from the black-feathered birds. Her eyes went to a steel bookshelf standing against the wall.
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Slimantha headed to the bookshelf. Her black shoes tapped against the steel of the floor. A crow cawed, its eyes upon her. Then it looked away as she reached the bookshelf. Slimantha hinged at her hips sightly. She pressed her face a tad closer to the shelved books. She fingered through the titles, her eyes flitting from book to book. Her lips twisted. Her eyes sparkled. A cute little giggle slipped out of her. There were quite a few romance books here. Most had a crow woman as the protagonist. Did Latril like such books? Another giggle slipped out from between the slime summoner’s lips.
Then her eyes went to a non-romance book. More giggles came from her. This book’s title was “101 Pictures of Swords.” That was so Latril. Slimantha pulled the book out and opened it up. Sure enough, her eyes were greeted by images of swords. She smiled and put the book away. There were other sword-related books on the bookshelf too. Her eyes came to one titled “Sword Cultivation 101.” Apart from the romance books and sword-related books, there were also a few fantasy books here.
“Find anything you like?” Latril said, having re-entered the rec room. A black crop-top and matching mini-skirt now garbed her. A pair of black shoes clad the swird woman’s feet.
“I was just browsing,” Slimantha said. She flashed Latril a smile.
“I see.” Latril smiled back at Slimantha. Then the swird woman walked over to the couch. She sat down upon the rightmost cushion and gave the center cushion a pat. “Come have a seat.”
Slimantha walked over to the offered cushion, her black shoes making light tapping sounds upon the steel floor. She sat down. Her shapely backside pressed down upon the cozy center cushion. A smile graced her lips.
Latril’s golden sword eyes turned away from the beautiful slime summoner sitting beside her and turned to the crows. “Hey, guys! Put on a show!”
The crows met the Latril’s gaze. One crow cawed. Then the group of crows dispersed.
Latril looked at Slimantha, now alone with the slime summoner. Her lovely golden sword eyes met Slimantha’s beautiful brown eyes. “Goddess, you’re beautiful,” the swird woman said. She stroked the slime summoner’s long luxurious brown hair. Then the flapping of wings got the swird woman’s attention. The crows had returned, now bearing wooden swords.
Latril reached forward and retrieved a controller from the table’s top. She pressed a button, and the rectangular crystal in the rec room lit up. The crows sparred with a backdrop of shifting colors coming from the crystal—sparred in the gap between the crystal and the table. She set the controller back down onto the table. Her attention turned back to Slimantha.
She scooted closer to Slimantha—scooted closer to the voluptuous tan-skinned beauty sitting beside her. She ran the fingers of her right hand along the slime summoner’s right thigh. “So,” Latril said, “how about staying over tonight?” She stroked Slimantha’s hair again. Then she got a cute little nod from the slime summoner. Their lips met. They shared a deep kiss, their hands drawn to one another.
A startled squawk came from the crows. They stopped sparring, their eyes locked on their queen’s make-out session. Then they made adjustments to their show. Instead of a sparring match, it was now a romance of crows—a romance of crows bearing wooden swords for some reason.