The next night, Selene got to Malachi's room at 6 o'clock sharp. She wore a black lace blouse under a red corset with black lace accents. Under that was a pair of dark jeans and black ankle boots. Secretly, she hoped that this date would not involve sex, but knew it probably would anyway.

When Malachi came to answer the door, he was wearing a shirt the same shade of blue as his eyes with black slacks and a jacket. He looked at her lace-up only corset and smiled.

"Kinky." He said simply, stepping aside to let her in.

"Not so. Remembering my past. I like this corset. Plus it can be used as a weapon." She opened a seam and pulled out a panel of the thick steel boning. "It makes me wonder why women don't wear them anymore."

Malachi smiled as Selene slipped the boning back in and used her powers to re-sew the seam.

"So where are we off to?" She asked.

"You'll see when we get there." Malachi replied, holding up the jewel that would allow them to travel wherever and whenever they wanted. Selene smiled.

"THEY WENT WHERE?!" Ella shrieked.

"To a ball in the early 1700's, France. She's working, but I fear she may travel the same path as you. I need you to follow her and keep an eye on them." St. Catherine replied.

"But Malachi thinks that Selene hates me. He thinks that she's basically out of work. If I turn up, that all falls apart." Ella said, trying to get out of it.

"Not if they don't see you. And you can use your telepathy to warn her if anything is going to go wrong that she can't see." Ella sighed.

"Alright. Back to petticoats."

The ballroom was stunning, lush with the lavish décor of the elite and the swirling atmosphere of the party itself tantalized the senses. Selene inhaled deeply, letting her memories take over. A masked ball on All Hallow's Eve - so much for the idea of avoiding sex(1). Of course, it was easier for her to keep discrete with the way she was dressed since it definitely leaned toward the cross dressing side of things for the time.

"Would you like to change into something a little more acceptable for the occasion?" Malachi, now dressed in period clothing, asked her.

"Actually, I would." Selene replied enthusiastically.

Malachi motioned for to follow him up the staircase and led her into a room. It was dark until Malachi lit a single candle. The room was far from what Selene had expected. Not a bedroom at all, it was basically a dungeon. Her eyebrows raised.

"Speaking of kinky..." She retorted, teasing about Malachi's earlier comment.

"I think it's fitting." He replied. "Or is this not really your style?"

"They say to never kiss on a first date."

"Well, who says this will involve kissing?" Ooh... he's got a point there... Selene thought.

"I suppose... sir."

DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! Ella's voice rang in her head.

I've got it under control, Ella.

"However, I would like to see more of this party than the dungeons. Enjoy the party a bit first?" Selene countered, tracing shapes along Malachi's chest.

Though he seemed a little disappointed, he agreed, leading Selene to a real room where he left her to change. Ella slipped in, unnoticed.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Ella demanded.

"Never fear, sister, dear, I have no sexual interest in Malachi. I'm working, that's all. He's kind of an arse anyway."

Ella fumed, but left while Selene finished dressing, pulling a red dress under her loosened corset and grabbing a mask from the table. This would be a fun-filled night, indeed.

(1) Masked balls were infamous for being held so that the guests could be as frivolous as they pleased and no one would know as not to tarnish their reputation.

A/N: So, I'm back. Sorry, superdani, for taking so long and I know it's short. I had a HUGE writer's block right after not having time and this is the best I could come up with. I'll probably get to updating soon, but I can't promise anything. k? R&R, plz.