"Are you a member of M-Series?" The lady asked, making him turn abruptly.
From her gesture, he could deduce that she was referring to the array of rooms, so he replied, "Yeah, same as you?"
"Nah, I'm in A-Series," she replied.
She was still wearing the black suit without her name tag or any form of identification, so he couldn't tell what her rank or name was.
"What's your name?" He asked her, hoping to address her formally for the meantime.
"I'm Ava, Princess Ava," she stressed.
'Princess? They have royalty in Hell? Quite absurd!' he wondered.
Ava noticed his bewildered expression and added for clarity, "Think of me like a Battle Princess, not the real deal though," she explained.
"Oh, Ava, the battle princess," he teased her a bit.
She managed to smile and added, "No sweat, everyone here gets a nickname. Yours will come soon."
"I just hope it's as good as yours," Dion replied, trying to keep the conversation going.
"Believe me, the name will match you perfectly, based on your vibe or what you're all about," she said.
Despite her nickname being Battle Princess, her body spoke otherwise.
'Her body is too good for that name, the perfect name for her is..... Bedroom Princess or something of that nature,' Dion thought to himself.
"I hope so," Dion replied plainly, trying not to get carried away with the beauty before him since he didn't intend to spend much time there.
"What's your room digits?" She asked as she approached him, staring at his hand, hoping to see something, but there was nothing there.
"No weapon in your hands?" She asked curiously, eyeing his right hand.
"This, you mean?" He replied, showing her the rectangular object he was holding in his left hand.
Her shocked expression changed instantly into relief.
"Yeah, why ain't you strapping it on? Enemies could roll up any minute," she said urgently.
"Uhmmm, I don't really..." Dion began to explain, but she interrupted him.
"I see, this is how it's done," she said as she pressed both edges of the object and it transformed, finding its way onto Dion's hands.
Immediately upon contact, a menu appeared before him:
[Weapon successfully installed]
"Gotta stay sharp, the Odds could be lurking anywhere close by," she said.
Dion replied with a blank smile. He wasn't quite catching what she referred to as the Odds, but he didn't feel like knowing.
"If you want, I can run you through how to handle the weapon," she suggested with a beautiful smile.
"Uhmmm, yeah, it'd be nice, just not now," he said.
"Alright, just give me the word when you're good to go," she said.
He smiled at her and was about to walk to his room when she asked again, "what's your room number again?" She inquired, not having received a response earlier.
"M-15," he stopped and replied.
"M-15?" She exclaimed and started laughing, trying to stifle it with her hands to avoid laughing out loud, but it was fruitless.
"Why the laugh?" He asked, a bit concerned.
"Sharing a room with the Shadow Seeker, tough break," she added, still laughing.
"Shadow Seeker? That sounds more like a dreadful person, I believe," Dion said.
"You might... actually dig him, you know," she said, the laughter subsiding.
Suddenly, a beep came from her wrist, exactly where her weapon is located, and she sighed, "Signing off for now, Sergeant Dion," she said as she began walking away.
"Just call me Dion," he said, not quite familiar with the formalities.
"As you wish," she replied, her smile melting Dion's soul away as he stood still watching her walk away. Although the suit she was wearing concealed quite a lot, he could still see her bountiful ass-cheeks bouncing with each step she took.
As she went out of sight, he walked to his room, hoping to see whoever the Shadow Seeker was. He anticipated someone scary.
"I just hope it's a pretty lady like Princess Ava to keep me company for a while before I leave," he mused as he stood by the door.
As he took a step into the room, he was quite baffled at what he saw. The room was a total mess.
The floor was littered with books of the same kind and of the same cover. The table was configured in another direction, as were the chairs.
There were two beds in opposite corners, one untouched and the other heaped with books and unmade.
Dion observed the whole room and decided to take a few steps, not minding if he'd step on a book.
"Oi, watch it, mate!" a male voice sounded from behind him. The person was sitting down beside the door, holding another book identical to the ones on the ground.
"For fuck's sake, it's a male roommate," Dion cursed inwardly.