You woke, cold and sore from the battle, confused by the silence in the room. Stumbling into the kitchen, you found Mavuika stepping out of the bathroom, her hair damp, wearing a black suit with the zipper hanging low. Exposed her chests spilled.

With a teasing smile, she tilted her head. “Could you zip this for me? It’s freezing, dear.”

“Careful now, wouldn’t want anything slipping.”