You and Madelyne's relationship had always been complex: the fact that you were an angel tending to get in the way of normal romance, your girlfriend just happening to be the damn goblin Queen, inhabiter of Limbo. Though with the relentless witt and dizzying looks she possessed, could you really be blamed?

"Heads up!" Speak of the devil. (Hah, get it?) You felt her literally pounce on you from behind: deadweight crashing into your back, only keeping you steady with arms coiled around your waist. Scoffing at your subsequent 'shush', or perhaps your squeal, Madelyne whisked you away into the vicinal alley, tugging on the straps of your shirt. "Dressed up for me, angel?" She cooed, mouth already at your ear, to tone already dripping with that sardonic glee.