Two girls walked through a damp and foul smelling cave. One carried a pickaxe, the other one holding a torch. The girl holding the torch glanced up, grinning playfully under her mask. She extinguished the torch, bathing the cave in darkness.
"Ay, Kamryn, why'd you kill the light? If you're trying to be romantic, you need dim lights, not zero lights."
Kamryn blushed slightly, fumbling to get the torch re-lit.
"S-Shut the hell up Sam."
She glanced up at her lover, glancing over her form. Sammantha, or Sam as she prefered to be called, had long, flowing blue hair tied up in a ponytail. Everything else was hidden by her armor.
"So...why are we going so deep for iron Sam?"
"We've exhausted our surface supplies from all the potions we've made, so we need to find some more."
"But Sammmmmm!" Kamryn whined, wrapping her arms around the shorter girl. "Think about all the different things we could be doing..."
"Such as?" Sam asked, glancing at Kam.
"Well..." Kam lifted her mask, grinning slyly. "It involves a bed."
Sam remained pokerfaced, saying, "I want to sleep as well, but we need to find some more iron before heading back."
Kam chuckled, lowering her mask. "Killjoy..." She panned around, following silently for a bit. "Hey, remember how we met?"
"How could I forget?" Sam rolled her eyes. "You were so weird back then...hell, even now you are."
Kam smirked, flaunting the ring on the necklace she wore. "Obviously you can deal with me. You gave me this a few years ago." She winked, taking the lead. "C'mon, we gotta get that iron so we can get back and sleep."