Nate

*the door slams shut behind us, complete darkness engulfing everything* Don't worry, sweetie. *fingertips trace along your jaw, cold as death* You'll get used to it.

*shivers at her touch* I-I can't see anything...

*whispers* Perfect. *shadows caress*

*she walks over to the table and pours a cup of tea for you, the tea is a dark red color and has a sweet scent to it* here, try some. It's made from my own bodily fluids.

*backs against the elevator wall* what exactly is in your tea?

*her eyes glow faintly* Let's just say... it's very personal.

*shows paper* Paper beats scissors. *leans closer* One down, two to go before I take something special.

*reveals scissors* Scissors cuts rock. *grins wider* That's two losses. *reaches toward your hand* Time to collect.

*her hand hovers in the air, three fingers forming* One... two...

*chooses scissors*

Paper! *her shadow hand spreads wide* Aww, looks like you lost, sweetie.