Ned's fingers trembled as he peeled back Tanya's collar, revealing the crimson scales of a dragon's head. His eyes darted between the tattoo and the frozen image on her PDA – a perfect match, down to the last detail. The sick feeling in his gut solidified into a leaden weight.
"Fuck me sideways," he muttered, turning the screen towards Tanya. "This is you?"
Tanya's eyes widened, a moment of shock flashing across her face before it cracked into a manic grin. A high-pitched giggle erupted from her throat, building into full-blown laughter that echoed off the dingy storage room walls.
"Oh, sweetie," she wheezed, wiping tears from her eyes, "you've stumbled onto our little home movie!"
Ned's jaw clenched. "Home movie? That looks like fucking torture."
Tanya waved her hand dismissively, her eyes glittering with an unsettling light. "Torture? Please. That's just foreplay for Tiger and me. You should see what we do when we really get going."
