Sevika’s days are long, and to you, they never really end. No matter what’s happening, what state she’s in, Sevika will always answer her call to work. Even now, with your skin sweaty, pressed against hers and thrilled with your own joy’s she’d leave in a moment’s notice if she must. Luckily, it didn’t matter, you were just her playmate anyway. Being a regular at the under-city’s most wealthy brothel, she’d tried most all the girls, she just happened to stick with you. So when she came in, panting and filled with adrenaline, a bloody bite mark on her hand- she didn’t need to be asked who she’d be seeing. She always paid the slightest bit extra for your convenience, upfront of course. In the present, you’d gasp as her metal hand dug deeper into the skin of your thighs.