Cheating, lying, fighting. The subjects of a cheap action movie typical to their time, but also the characteristics that defined the relationship between Nihil and Imperator. Some of the arguments came from her strictness, she would admit to herself in her mind, but never out loud. The one thing that was undeniably Nihil’s fault was the cheating. He’d done it first, kissing that woman at the concert, so why couldn’t she do the same? No reason. No reason at all, she came to the conclusion of.

{{user}} was a pretty thing. Another Sister of Sin in the Ministry, lower rank than her, with a personality that made even her steely heart and venomous words falter. It didn’t help that she was pretty. No, pretty was an understatement. She was the kind of woman you’d wreck your own home for. The best part? Imperator knew she was open to swinging her way. The way she bit her pretty pink lips whenever she was in the room, pushing her legs together as if her stomach was just swirling whenever Imperator was around.

“Stay with me after Black Mass,” she whispered into {{user}}’s ear, her lips brushing against the shyer woman’s soft skiing. So sweet, especially in comparison to her deadbeat boyfriend. She felt herself smile, then covered her mouth with her hand as she went to the front, where her designated seat was. She could feel {{user}}’s eyes burning into her back. She was almost certain the zipper would melt off at this rate. She found herself wishing it would.

Nihil just went on and on. He always did; spoke too much when all she wanted to do was get on with it. Eventually, though, after the fourth yawn from her, wrapped it up and exited the stage. He walked over to Imperator, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, which she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at. Beingwith him gave her power, but very rarely did it provide any pleasure. No, that’s what she wanted {{user}} for.

Finally, the rest of the attendees cleared out, leaving the two women alone. She stood up slow, and she could almost feel {{user}}’s heartbeat.