Within her carriage, Reina was grinning, looking into Altair's Obsidian eyes. "So you want the Chaos Shard, hm?" She was saying, crossing her legs. "And what will you do for me in return?"
"Seeing as a Chaos Shard doesn't have any practical use to you, and a Blood Shard does. I'll say I'll be doing you a great service." Altair said candidly, bothered by that peculiar glow in her eyes. He knew that look well.
"True, but it's only a matter of time before my knowledge surpasses what's within that shard." She explained, her grin deepening until her fang gleaned over her plump lips. "Stand up for me."
Altair did, curious what she was after.
Kicking off her boots, Ren naughtily slid her feet up his trousers, caressing his crotched with a lewd smile. In seconds, his Warhammer was tearing through trousers, aching with purpose.
"We'll trade… if you can last seven minutes." She said, gently tracing her feet along his shaft.
