046. Sheltered
There were wild parties, and then there was Sarah.
Jareth leaned against the banister of the nearest stairwell, breathing through his nose and trying desperately to keep from laughing like a madman. That woman—and she most certainly was a woman, even in the hideous, eye burning atrocity she'd worn for the night—was possibly the most amazing creature it had ever been his pleasure to meet. Not only was she playing his game, but she was good at it.
He rather suspected the poor, sheltered peoples of the Underground would never be the same again.
Heh.
Such a pity.