"When you said you would drive us home, I didn't think it would be like this…" Asuriel trailed off anxiously.
Vaerion chuckled. "Like what?" He was straddling a beautiful red motorcycle, revving the bike to life while she stood to the side apprehensively.
Asuriel's stomach churned, both out of excitement and fear. "Like, on a motorcycle. I'm wearing a dress; I can't sit on it properly."
"Hmm… you're right." Vaerion looked her up and down a few times before smirking. He motioned for her to come closer, and when she obeyed, he outstretched his index finger – a finger that quickly turned into a devilish claw.
Asuriel could tell what he was going to do, "Wait-"
Too late. He snagged the silk with the long, pointed fingernail and dragged it upward, creating a long slit in the fabric. Asuriel's thigh was exposed, and the runes stirred with anticipation at his touch.