Aveline’s eyelids flutter open to the hazy figure of Isabela, tangled in bedsheets and lounging across her body like a cat basking in the sunshine. The light plays through her raven locks like faerie lights in Orlesian twilight.
“Mm. I love it when you say my name...” The pirate purrs, running a fingernail up the Guard Captain’s abdomen.
“Isabela,” Aveline hisses, sitting upright and rolling Isabela from her person. “What did you do?”
Isabela bats her eyelashes and shrugs. “You challenged me to slip past your guard.”
“The Guard! The Guard!”
“Oh.” Isabela slaps the mattress and laughs. “Oopsies.”