Fight Club

"You have a terrible sense of humor you vixen!!"

Han woke up tied to a bed and spread eagle. He didn't even know how this woman brought the floating bed into the void. Did she dream it up just to humiliate him!?

"Fufufu~! You look so edible lying there naked. Should I help you rise up?"

Yes, please

"No!!! Get away from me you succubus! I need to talk to you seriously!! This is just a distraction isn't it!?"

The vixen's laugh echoed through the void again before Han finally found himself free of the bed. He rubbed his sore wrists and scowled at her. But she was still wearing the red gown, and when she shrugged, Han felt his eyes trail down. Dammit!

"Just answer my questions for once. Why am I still doing this? This is the third time, how many more times do I have to do this?"

She was silent for a while before she sighed and her clothes changed into the very first one Han saw her in. The jeans, top, and lab coat. Han was very disappointed