“Well I’ve never been one for invitations. I go where I please.” Mircalla had paid close attention to the images. Taking in various versions of herself and trying to work out the subtle changes that Laura had edited. Most of them were to Mircalla’s distaste.

Just when she had enough she caught Laura’s comment and the screen switched off as she turned around. As if by magic. Eye brow raised at the comment just made, Mircalla’s temper was sitting on the edge of a knife. “Well there’s a comment I didn’t think you had in you. You weren’t complaining when you came multiple times.”

Slowly, she started to walk towards her. “I get that you need to convince yourself you didn’t enjoy it. Don’t worry your secrets safe with me.”