The moonlight illuminated Celia’s skin as she adjusted the straps of her dress. She brought her hand down on the cheap inn’s doorknob. She lingered for a moment before bringing her hand back down to her side, sighing slightly as she did so. She leaned against the wall as she turned back around to the bed where her partner for the night lay, unmoving, as he watched her. Celia found it disconcerting how intently her partner in adultery was looking at her. Clearing her throat, she said, “I’m not a bad person.”

She allowed her statement to linger for a moment. When her one-night lover gave no reply, she continued. “It’s not like I do this constantly. But sometimes a girl has needs, and, well, I didn’t want to bother R…my boyfriend…with it.” She ran a hand through her hair, eyes cast down to the floor. “It’s not that he doesn’t get me emotionally, he just has a lot to deal with right now. He’s kind of on a mission to save the world. It’s not like a lot of the other world-saving quests going on; if he fails, well…I don’t think I’ll have to worry about my next court date.”

She bit her lip for a moment before blowing a curl of hair away from her mouth. “My case load has just been so overbearing, that I needed to unwind. When we met at the bar, I didn’t exactly think it would lead to…” she moved her hands in slow circles, trying to find an appropriate way to describe what had happened and settled on “this…but I can’t find it in me to regret it. Not totally, at least. And, well, it was a one night thing, right? It’s not like this’ll haunt me forever.” Before a response could come from her fling, Celia stated, “Yeah, I’m not a bad person.” Clearing her throat, she opened the door and said, “Anyway, it was nice meeting you.” Before leaving and shutting the door behind her.

Thog scratched his head in confusion as he watched the funny pale lady leave. He wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened with them, but he knew it wasn’t all that bad. Not as great as ice cream, or hugging a kitty, but fun to do. And Thog would do anything fun once. And that gave him a great idea.

Smiling to himself, the half-orc wrapped the blanket around him as an impromptu robe. Strolling happily to the door, he tore it off its hinges and headed out into the city. He’d always wondered what it’d be like to sled off of a roof.

He found the sledding to be infinitely more entertaining, his rumbling laughter echoing throughout the skyline of the city.

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