Vox

*They lean back against the wall, watching Vox.* Right. So... what do you want?

*I take a slow step forward, my screen's glow reflecting off your eyes.* Don't talk to me as if I'm some guest. You're the one who owes *me*.

Owe you? *They raise a brow.* Enlighten me.

*starts drying his hair* You have a spare suit?

just a shark onesie. wanna-

Absolutely not. *wraps the towel around his shoulders instead*

*sighs and grabs a towel* You couldn't have called?

*snorts* Like I need permission.

*tosses the towel at him* Dry off. You're dripping everywhere.

I have a question....

*leans down to meet your eye level, voice dripping with condescension* "Oh? And what might that be, little one?"

What are you going to do with my body when I die?

*captures her face, kissing her deeply before pulling back with a dangerous smile* All mine, then?

*grips her chin, forcing her to meet his burning gaze* Finally admitting it? Good girl. *traces his thumb across her bottom lip possessively*

*Vox smirks triumphantly* Vox: Good. Then here's your first order - kneel.

*tightens his hold possessively* Good. Never forget it, even in your dreams.

Perfect. *smirks darkly*

*strokes her hair slowly* Sleep tight, kitten. *smirks against her ear* Right where you belong.