"Woohoo! There's nothing better than having a drink after a wild ride! Let's celebrate making it through another day!" Yilafren held a cup of green soul-wine in her hand, wrapping an arm around Lin Fan as they drank in a bar tucked away in some obscure corner.
Khan had turned back into the guise of a Drukhari warrior and stood in a shadowy corner, propping up his head as he drank alone. To Lin Fan, the stuff smelled sickeningly sweet, like some dangerous poison.
"Say... I told you to find somewhere safe. How did we end up here?" Lin Fan silently tried to push Yilafren's tightly pressed body away, only for her to hug him even closer.
"Come on! Open up!" Yilafren rubbed her cheek against Lin Fan's, purring contentedly like a kitten as she poured a mouthful of the green liquor into him.
"This place is very safe~ This is the bottom level of the Dark City of Commorragh. Aside from homeless wandering spirits and escaped slaves, the only ones who like coming here are the Haemonculi's cleaners. They come to haul away dead people and corpses to meet their quotas."
"That sounds just like the lower levels of a hive city..."
"Mmm~ Probably. I've never been outside, so I don't know what the lower levels of the hive cities you mentioned are like." Yilafren kissed Lin Fan's cheek again, looking quite relaxed. "Whatever you say~ darling~"
"Ahem... I remember you were calling me a slave just a moment ago..."
"Oh, that was then and this is now~ You're holding my soul, so shouldn't I treat you as my master~?"
"Then aren't you showing your master a little too little respect?"
"I don't see you hating it~"
Lin Fan looked into Yilafren's eyes, then turned away with a faint