This is just a drabble of exactly 100 words to get the creative juices flowing. I realize I've been neglecting my unfinished Arkarian and Rochelle story, but please enjoy this tiny piece while I work on my unfinished story!
Kindly considering reviewing. We are a small fandom, and knowing that there are others out there motivates me to write.
GoT is owned by Marianne Curley. I simply play in her universe.
Standing in a dimly lit room in the Citadel where I will prepare for tonight's mission, I hear a familiar whooshing behind me, signaling Isabel's arrival. I turn, taking in her appearance. "Please tell me you don't wear that when you have missions with Ethan."
Isabel looks down at herself as if she only just noticed her silky nightgown, short and nearly transparent. "What, this old thing?" She gives me an innocent look, completely at odds with her choice of sleepwear.
She throws me a wink as she sashays past me, out of the room.
I think I'm in trouble.