Year I - Act II - *ADULT* Bonus Scene - Union in Blood

Bonus scene because I thought the development of the characters demanded it, because I fucked up in Ao3 (as mentioned above), and because this was also planned and part of stuff that will happen MUCH later on. So here you have it: Demon naughties! And two idiots spying on them.

Enjoy your stay.

*** Into the Chapter ***

"Why are you like this?"

The words were spoken in the most hush-hush tone imaginable as Leonor hid her face behind her hands. This idea was born of envy, true, but this all was now as shameful as it could get.

Because Zana had her ear kissing Carlos' door and she had such a face that even Leonor's more sour and serious demeanor could do nothing but laugh at. It almost looked like this was a cartoon skit, or a comedy of some kind, as the imp tried to miss nothing that was going on inside that room. Considering how good she actually was at keeping an ear out for trouble, Leonor knew her accomplice would miss nothing.

It still felt borderline idiotic.

Zana wasn't amused at Leonor's reaction. "Sush. You want to know without opening the door? Then let me at it."

"We are trying to make sure she isn't going to-."

"Oh shut up and admit you should've born in Envy, you fish fuck." Zana sniggered under her voice, tail swissing every possible way as Leonor fummed. "Should've been faster if you wanted to go first."

"Sit on a dick." Leonor hissed through clenched teeth. "Now tell me what is going on!"

Zana mulled it over for a second. On one hand she could tell and keep her quiet. They were going to get found if Leonor raised her voice any more than she already did. On the other hand, she could tease her and get away with it…

… Nah. She DID want to keep doing this. Antagonizing the shark would only get her in hot water.

"They are being fucking saps." Zana admitted, unwilling to go into detail. "Carlos keeps being an idiot and she is trying to give her romance stick a go so hard you could kill a man with how blunt she is being."

Leonor sighed inwardly, because she knew she'd groan so hard it would alert the ones inside. "Of course she is."

"Well, it is working, so maybe show some 'vulnerability' or some shit and he'll pay more attention to you." Zana held back a chuckle the moment Leonor responded with a middle finger. "Oho! Wait!" And then almost blew their cover as she spoke. "Something is happening."

For a moment Leonor didn't know if it was the possible envy biting at her, or true concern, but she got up and away from the wall, nearly throwing herself at the door.

"What is going on?" Leonor whispered the moment she almost rammed into the imp. She went so far as to use her height advantage to place her head on the door and hear… nothing. "I can't hear shit."

"They are making out." Zana hummed as she tried her best not to giggle at Leonor's reaction. "Aaaand I think it is heating up. I hear moans."

Zana quickly found out to which extent Greed and Envy fought within Leonor. The imp could be smaller, but she was likely as strong as her taller companion, maybe even more bloodthirsty and capable. But bullheaded? They were probably at the same level.

And soon she found herself putting it to the test, because envy won.

"Stop it! This isn't funny no more! You'll get us caught!" Zana almost raised her tone the moment she had to stop the much taller, and clearly much dumber, woman from opening the door. "If you didn't want to know you should've stayed put!"

The imp wasn't at all surprised when Leonor didn't say anything. Her pupils were pinpricks. Her teeth were bared. Leonor had gone into something akin to feeding frenzy, only it came more as the desire for domination and to keep her spot than hunger or desire to eliminate competition, only to inflict enough pain and intimidation to keep her place secure.

This was normal. But Carlos wouldn't see it that way. Luckily for everyone involved, and luckily for Zana, as she didn't wish to be throttled, she had the incredible ability of being able to use the greatest tool ever invented with her tail.

Duct Tape.

*** Inside the room ***

Within the room it was true that things were heating up. Perhaps not as quickly as Zana would've wanted, but a kiss can lead to many things. Though in Carlos' case it was leading to a choking hazard.

Believe me, he would've died happy right there and then.

Evelinde, much to her own disappointment, was mindful enough not to go too far. She would've loved to keep the kiss going, but there was one thing to her anatomy that was perhaps more uncomfortable to her than her claws: That huge tongue of hers.

Cambions were a rarity for many reasons. Going to Earth for a 'night out' was already particularly hard. Doing so for business was more common. But for a tryst? No one would do that if they had half a brain. Cambions were noticeable, more so with how hybridization was so easy in Hell. Not to speak of how a Cambion was, generally speaking, 'more' than most demons. This, of course, came with a certainty of some… negatives. Mutations as it were. Some were self harming, some were dangerous and others were largely inconsequential, but they were frequent.

Evelinde moved her claws along Carlos' chest, somewhat disappointed that her hands had to be one of the two things her Cambion nature had messed with. Still, she could only smile. He was coming up nicely. A ways away from his best, yes, but she could feel the strength under the weak cover. He would not take long. Much less if he had a proper guide and stopped doing things by himself. It thrilled her that the man she had in her grasp would do this for her. Not for her alone, no, but she was part of the focus, and that is what mattered.

Thus her reticence as she pulled away. Her tongue could taste him oh so well. Strong of will and character, those had a flavor very close to what a mortal would consider 'beef', with spices to go considering personality and activity, as well as his own feeding habits. For Evelinde Carlos tasted like well seasoned meat, or he would, once a few things changed. And she had a lot to taste, what with that nearly measured to nine inches outside of her mouth. Ivory, with a tip like that of a knife, and a will of its own. Whenever she lost control it came out hanging as if she was a deranged thing on the prowl for a victim to gulp down.

Trully, the thing just gave her away so easily and without hiding anything from those she wanted to hunt.

Right now it was clearly ignoring whatever high brain functions Evelinde kept trying to force on the rest of her body. She had the thirst to jump on her prey as it were, but there were ways to do it, to do this. What her body accepted, begrudgingly as it was, her tongue ignored. Carlos' nude form had far more hair than most Cannibals, natural born demons or not, but she didn't care, and neither did her tongue as she smeared the man's chest with her droll. Some would call it disgusting, there was no doubt, but for her this was just a way to mark him as hers.

And she hoped, truly hoped, for him to mark HER too.

It didn't take a genius to see he was interested. How could he not? And this wasn't Evelinde's ego speaking, but more Carlos' mind. From his perspective this was incredible in many ways. A beautiful sight and many of his fantasies rolled up in one nice package.

'Incredible' truly fits as a word here.

The mood helped. The nightstand was bathing Evelinde in a gentle light. Her fang filled smile and black cavernous mouth, paired with that tongue, would've filled a lot of people with nightmares, the rest of her body notwithstanding. For Carlos it did no such thing. He could see the smile there, and the eagerness. Scary in its own right, yes, moreso considering Evelinde could do as she pleased, and Carlos knew it, but he also knew she wouldn't do anything to hurt him.

He could also feel her hands running down her chest. Those claws prickled at him from time to time, but he couldn't care less as he tried to regain his breath. This hadn't been the most involved he had been with someone, but it hadn't been like this. Considering Evelinde was now taking off her nightgown, doing so very slowly, not out of a desire to be coy, but more like trying to keep her desires in check, added more to the feeling of danger.

Excitement was quick to follow, which made Carlos gulp. There was a little thing he hadn't shared before today, and he only hoped it wouldn't bother Evelinde. He was sure it wouldn't, but at this point there was something he was quite self conscious of.

"E-Evelinde?"

The Cambion was reaching for her undergarments at this point. He hadn't noticed before but, much like the gown, they were white too. A surprise considering the woman's love for red, but not so much the moment Carlos considered she had likely picked them up to appear less aggressive.

Not that it stopped her from looking at him like a piece of meat the moment she asked. "Yes?"

And his response made it even worse. "I, uh… forgot to mention something?" Because sounding like he did, as if he was defensive, made her only press forward. "Nothing bad! I think."

"You think?" Evelinde chuckled as she lost her bra. Her thin figure required no corset to remain perfect, and her shapely breast required support. Still, it was fun for her to see his mind explode the moment tits were on the menu.

It may be a stereotype, but a pair of breasts do have power over men.

"I…" Power or not, him trying to speak, only to fail, told Evelinde all she needed to know.

Yet it was far better the moment his eyes went back to hers and she noticed him getting lost in them. Being hypnotized by one's beauty was incredible, yes. She wanted that and more. But to have him look away and get captivated by something as 'trivial' as her eyes, not her womanly wiles, felt far better for some reason.

But she wasn't going to let that feeling stop her. It was clear she wanted something and she was going to get it. So, lifting his chin with a finger, just to make him react, she asked again.

"What are you hiding?"

Embarrassment overrode excitement and anything else in the young man's mind. Still, he did want to show it. Again,he doubted it would be a deal breaker considering some of the things he had seen by now, but, you know. 'Just in case', as they say.

So he pulled the covers away.

And Evelinde saw it.

"What?"

The confusion was understandable. Evelinde had seen many anatomy books with humans in them. There was a real possibility of dining on human meat during her life after all. More so considering she sometimes accompanied Rosie to the mortal world. It had never come to pass, true, but she had kept herself informed. That, and both her mother and grandmother had made sure to school her in their own mates.

Perhaps those lessons did not include this, but she was damn sure most humans didn't have what could easily amount to ten inches between their legs with equally large testicles. Something was out of proportion here, and it didn't help Carlos' confidence when the girth was also included.

He wasn't a monster, but he was damn sure a normal woman would have problems with that thing. This was not a damn porno and he wasn't about to hurt someone because he was suddenly far too big to handle.

"I…" Carlos managed out a groan. This was clearly not how he ever pictured mentioning this. "Look, I, uh, wasn't the biggest, before, okay? I think I was around the lower scale of seven inches? Around average." That Evelinde turned to face him with an arched eyebrow didn't make things better. "Then I started to exercise after getting here. The more I got in shape, the more I noticed… that."

Carlos could be ashamed and all that, but Evelinde wasn't. This was the raunchy part of her trashiest romance novels, and she was not scared of physical contact with her partners. So she had abso-fucking-lutelly no problem grabbing (gently, of course) his privates to check on something.

With a frown she made it clear. She suspected, but she didn't know for sure. "This may be thanks to the curses on you."

Carlos was not amused. "You mean to tell me that I got cursed to get myself in shape and it also gave me a *particular* growth?"

Evelinde couldn't help but snigger, but somewhere else, in a certain demon's bedroom, someone was not sneezing, but shaking like a leaf. An imp with a knack for magic far above his position, and capable in curses, knew that his carcass would feed someone important if Lucifer's little 'suggestion' was shared with a particular Overlord. Forget payment, being alive for a while longer was all he had needed, and now the secret was going to be ousted.

"Perhaps. I don't think there is anything to worry about. If you had mentioned pain or worse, then I'd bring this to Lady Rosie's attention" And just like that the tension left that particular imp. He'd sleep soundly. Evelinde was not going to allow such a luxury to her partner. "But since that is not the case…" Any calm felt before was exchanged by a clear aura of desire and lust as Evelinde went from focusing on Carlos' eyes to his privates. "I don't think there'd be a problem here."

Carlos almost had to do a double take. "You serious?"

Evelinde deadpanned in a way that, somehow, didn't kill the mood. "Why do you think I am undressing, my dear?"

"I don't mean…" Carlos let out a groan. "I thought it would be perhaps a bit much? I don't want to hurt anyone with THAT and I am not sure if it is done growing. I am just happy Rosie didn't ask questions when I asked her for some shorts that had a special enchantment."

"Ah. So lady Rosie knows." And just like that, that previously mentioned imp found himself awake as someone slipped a note under his door. Perhaps he had hoped too hard. "Well, if she hadn't minded, why should I?" Evelinde smirked as she pressed her body against Carlos' own. "Besides… demons are hardier than humans, love. I can take it."

It wasn't until he felt that hand of hers going for his junk again that Carlos decided it was time to act. And no, it wasn't to push her away. Who'd do that at this point?

What he did was surprise her by pinning her down.

Having his head ripped off by a surprised Evelinde had crossed his mind, not going to lie. And by the woman's face, surprise was indeed part of it all. Considering her history, something shared in detail, Carlos could guess there was at least a smidge of doubt and worry there. Or there was until he was all but on top of her to plant another kiss on her lips.

It was a quick peck. Far tamer than before. Cute in a way, considering Evelinde had made sure to remove any doubt from her intentions: They were going to desecrate the bed. And Carlos was more than fine with that, if fearful of fucking up, as always.

Fear wasn't what guided him after the kiss though. Carlos was many things, but an inattentive lover wasn't one of them. Perhaps he had been far too much of a dormant in the past, granted. He had always tried to be too nice for his own good. But one thing he didn't want to change, is trying to get his partners to have a good time.

Probably not what Evelinde was going for, considering how she thought. She was also trying to put him first so Carlos could feel better, but the young man was stupid that way. That, and he was curious as he slid downwards, making Evelinde shudder a bit the moment he made it to her panties.

Would that part of her also taste of licorice? Again, stupid lines of thought. That was almost mandatory at this point. But the curiosity WAS there.

So it didn't surprise him that curiosity got the best of him. That and, let's be honest. After parting those panties, only to see a shaved and smooth slit that was already wet, what would you do? Surprised or not, dubious or not, Evelinde was clear in her wants. So the least he could do was make sure she got what she wanted.

And you know what? She DID taste the same up as she did down.

Funny how things work.

It was a surprise in other ways too. There wasn't much difference he could see in her anatomy down there. Surface level, yes, and he hadn't had the most experience with women, considering more often than not it had ended poorly, and fast, when he tried a relationship. Still, licking the surface did yield the same results with many of his past 'girlfriends', and Evelinde's moans and attempts at not ripping the bed with her claws told him that those gentle licks were working (and probably making her itch for something more).

A simple attempt at her little nub did make her moan loudly. Far too loud. Carlos kept Zana's words about hearing them if something happened. And hey, something is happening and he knew for damn sure Zana wasn't going to be doing shit this late in the night.

Fuck.

Well, he couldn't give less of a shit right now, so. Nothing left to lose!

Two fingers found their way around Evelin's labia. She was plenty distracted as Carlos toyed with her clit in his mouth, so she probably only barely noticed as she gripped the bed for dear life. It had clearly been a while for her too. Probably too long, considering it was both absurdly easy to fit the tip of those fingers, then push forward, only for the tightness to almost crush them the moment it registeret what he had done. Evelinde just managed a silent gasp as she all but smashed her hips upwards. Luckily Carlos didn't bite or do anything stupid, but his nose did almost get crushed by that pelvic push.

The human wasn't deterred, though, in fact he just redoubled his efforts. Vice grip or not, Evelinde had told the truth: she could take it. In fact Carlos found himself digging in her insides and found her to be like a human, yes, but there was a certain… roughness there. Not uncomfortable, and he believed something far more precious (and vulnerable) than his fingers wouldn't be hurt, but it was clear she was resilient enough. So he started digging, gently, only to stop the moment his fingers reached a spot that made the next gasp very loud and VERY long.

Jackpot! Or G spot, really. Not exactly where it was supposed to be in humans, he had to dig far deeper. In fact he had thought of going all in and digging his whole hand inside Evelinde. She looked like she could take it and by her moans it was clear she was in anything but pain right now.

Not needed, and he didn't want to finish her off too quickly. What he did was use his other hand to push her down. A bit too commanding perhaps, but he went back to suckle on her nub as he rubbed that particular spot inside of her, making sure to keep stimulating all he could as Evelinde finally tore something up as she tried not to scream.

This felt good, unsurprisingly. It was the first time he was making someone feel pleasure while knowing it wouldn't come back to bite him later. At least not in a bad way. That thought only made him go faster, rougher, and Evelinde seemed only more and more into it. Being gentle was likely not in the cards with any of the girls.

It… was a surprising let down that Evelinde let out a cry, finally ALMOST crushed the fingers inside her, and let out a splash of fluids that coated Carlos' face almost in full. Explosive orgasm, or she was a squirter. Perhaps she had been too long without attention.

Carlos almost asked if she didn't masturbate, but he hadn't done anything since landing in Hell either, so better not judge.

Though he had to admit. This tasted even sweeter than before. An even better reason to make sure this was not just a one time occurrence. Although his aching hand, throbbing inside of Evelinde as her muscles almost grind his bones to dust, did beg him to find a different way next time. No complaints from him either way, and Evelinde was panting and groaning in the aftermath, so he knew she wouldn't care either.

He also learned something else. Perhaps just inherent to Evelinde, perhaps common with all demons. Knowing they were tied to Sin in one way or another it didn't seem unlikely that they shared a little bit of it anyway. But Evelinde recovered far quicker than expected, and she looked HUNGRY.

So no surprises there when she all but did a one eighty, tackling him from their position, almost smashing his head against the bed's top as they end up with her on top of him. Evelinde almost speared herself on his manhood, and Carlos could only look in partial worry, and a lot of arousal, as Evelinde's lower body rubbed against his erect member. He had ignored its growing pain as he serviced the Cambion, but now it was clear he wasn't going to go anywhere without making sure it was spent.

And she would have it no other way.

His question only made her laugh,though.

"Condom?"

Because it was fucking stupid and came out without thinking. Same with her answer.

"No."

Because there was no need, nor want, of one.

Being honest, he wouldn't have wanted one either. It was politeness above everything else. He knew his 'duty' and all that crap, but he had not lied when it came to not forcing anyone. Evelinde wanted what was supposed to happen, though, so how could HE say no to HER? Simple.

He didn't.

He couldn't even do anything to 'help' either. Evelinde just bent down, gave him a kiss on the lips and said: "Stay put. Enjoy yourself."

So he did. And as Evelinde lifted her body above Carlos' member, he could only gulp in fear. This was either going to be a ride in all the good ways, or his pelvis was going to shatter.

Either way, he knew he was going to enjoy it until the end.

It just… felt wrong that he was told to do 'nothing'.

Complaints could burn in a trash fire the moment Evelinde began lowering herself though. He had expected her to go all gung ho about this, but she took her time. All the better, because while Carlos hadn't done much other than clean himself during showers, he had noticed his privates were a lot more sensitive than before. Perhaps thanks to the curse? Either way, just the tip going inside, then the head, with how Evelinde was squeezing him, made him force an orgasm down.

How embarrassing would it be if he just came from that? Then again it felt worse than the time he lost his virginity. Not in a bad way, more like it was far too much far too quickly. He held it in though, and now felt like he had done a perfect exchange with Evelinde as he grabbed the sheets like his life depended on it.

As for the Cambion? She was offering her most lustful face, almost drunk on pleasure. Her previous orgasm was still racking her brain, at least in part, and now she was a couple inches down and still going. The size wasn't monstrous, compared to other denizens in Hell and many toys, but part of it all came from her romantic fantasies and the fact that this was her first partner that had initiated things the way Carlos had. Another big part was how, this time, there was clear intent for this to be permanent, no herbal tea or other concoctions to make sure she was 'safe' the day after.

This was here to stay, whatever happened.

Getting from two inches to nearly the whole thing was clearly a step up and not in the plans, but Evelinde's mind wandering in her own way, like her having a large belly full of life instead of the usual gore, made her 'slip up', as it were. Not that either of them could complain the moment a wave of pleasure hit them like a truck. Neither could say a thing, but the small bulge in Evelinde's lower belly and the pair's wide eyes said enough.

Then she started to move. Surprise was off, pleasure was on and Evelinde wanted more of it. With most of the thing inside of her all she could do was try and milk him, and considering just how much pre Carlos was coating her insides with, it was clear he wasn't meant to last long.

Carlos wasn't interested in just enjoying himself though. If she was going to just squeeze the life out of him, very literally if she kept going like she was right now, then he'd return the favor. He grabbed her with one arm, pulling her down and close to the point he was sure either his dick was kissing her womb or, at this point, it went in. For all he knew it was a damn possibility with a demon's anatomy. But that was far less important than fighting with Evelinde's tongue and squeezing her breast and nipples in lust fueled passion.

This was a rutting and Evelinde was more than happy with it. She would've liked a more romantic thing, yes, but there was something else in her mind. Such a setting could wait for later. Now? Now she was lost in the moment.

She delighted herself in the feeling of her man trying to take control.

She loved how he was smashing his hips against hers, going as deep as he could.

She lost herself to his kisses and the ministrations on her chest.

Because he wanted her. And not even her most savage fervor, in what could only be considered a 'breeding', put him off.

It was ecstasy, and she was loving the feeling to the point her own orgasm snuck up on her. It hit like a hammer, it made her squeeze down and break the kiss. It also broke Carlos' barriers and made him unload, his anatomy guaranteed a growing belly as a month's worth of cum flooded her insides. And it made Evelinde see red.

For there was one more thing she had to do.

Blindingly fast she went from an ecstatic moan and shudder to clamping her fangs on Carlos' shoulder. It was not harsh, it was not deep, but it was firm. It was a mark she wanted to leave there, her saliva and expertise mixing to ensure Carlos' orgasm would help hide what little pain she left behind.

She savored the blood. She lost herself in the union. And by the time the bite was done, her saliva closing the wounds soon after, the marks of her teeth were left in her mate's shoulders for all to see.

"Mine." Evelinde purred at Carlos' questioning glance. "And this will tell anyone that tries something." Though her voice, much like her body, were so tired she felt herself falling on Carlos with a pleased sigh.

Carlos himself was without words, but he couldn't help but admit this had been the best, if one of the quickest, encounters he had ever had. It felt raw, animalistic, powerful, and also just right.

He took Evelinde's hair away from her face, offering the woman a smile. She was a mess, and her grin was so wide it drove home just how dangerous she could be if she ever wished to tear someone chunk by chunk with just her mouth. But Carlos didn't seem to care about that. To him the nightmarish creature on his chest was a beautiful one, no questions asked.

"I'll always be yours." He gave her a quick peck on the forehead, making Evelinde humm, content the way she was. "I'll do my best for you, you'll do your best for me." Carlos chuckled. "I am sorry for worrying you so much."

Evelinde nuzzled herself deeper, snuggling until she was almost kissing his neck. "Things have been… special. Quick. Complicated." She let out a tired breath. "Just remember: You have us here."

"I know." And he should've known before. Maybe this was that fabled 'post nut clarity', but letting all your worries and stress go was indeed helpful to clear that mind fog. "And I'll be here for as long as I can. For everyone."

That seemed to please the Cambion, making her echo a sound, almost like a cat's purr before she let out a sigh. "And… could we share a bed more often?"

Carlos wanted to chuckle, or grin. But in a way his mind didn't want to go to a perverted place. Instead he found himself daydreaming for a second, a scene of everyone, him and the girls under his roof, in the same, large bed.

It still felt daunting, but there was a desire there. Just being together. A strange picture, yes, but he wanted it.

"Anytime you want." Carlos turned just enough to face the Cambion woman. "Anytime you want."

And with a quick kiss, the desire that fueled the two of them evaporated. The day had been mentally exhausting, the night had been a frenzy that burned away what little energy they wanted. Now came the aftermath, and both of them were just happy to rest, Carlos still inside of Evelinde, the two of them embracing in a messed up, but fitting of Hell, romantic display.

Perhaps things wouldn't be so bad. Although the human knew not all of their problems would go away with a few words and a passionate night.

Either way, neither of them could keep awake, so they just held their place and drifted to sleep, far more pleased than either of them thought they'd be.

*** Outside Carlos' Room ***

"Well, that was nice." Zana chuckled, a particular problem of hers threatening the integrity of her own clothes. "Briefer than expected, but nice. Don't you think so too?"

Leonor was fuming. The loan shark was thinking, seriously considering in fact, lending her 'friend' and fellow 'concubine', or 'mistress', or however you wanted to call their fucking possition, about lending Zana something.

A pair of bullets. Straight to her fucking skull.

Leonor's hands were tied with duct tape. Her legs looked like black mummy wrappings and her arms and upper body had needed the same treatment after just keeping her hands quiet hadn't helped. It also added to the humiliation that Leonor's mouth had to be taped shut.

Really, there had been no other way.

"If you hadn't been a sourpuss you would at least be able to tell me what you think." Zana huffed, clearly hot, bothered, and pissed at what she had to do now. "Instead of just doing that, and having a lark with me, I'll have to drag your sorry ass to your room." And to drive her point home, Zana brought up a serrated knife. "That means I will expect you to be calm and collected. Got it?"

Leonor growled, staring daggers at the imp. Thanks to Zana her position had been decided. There had been no fight to be the lead, she had just been tied down and forced, in a sense, to see what she wanted being taken away from her. Granted she was being incredibly childish about it, at least in a way, because she was damn sure Evelinde could kick her ass in a regular melee fight, but Leonor wanted to fucking try, damn it.

Now all the wind was knocked off her sails and she just felt a twing of depression. She had been beaten by a damn cannibal demon with a grin so wide she could eat a car. Was it the fact Leonor was much less developed? Perhaps he liked the morbid ones better? Leonor was not one for self doubt, but she wished for any reason other than her own guarded nature being at fault. Unless she was sure it would work, she did not strike.

Zana didn't give a shit about that, though.

"Well, seein' as you aren't trynna get me murked right now, I'll leave you there." The imp chuckled as she, with barely any effort, loaded the much larger woman on her shoulder. "So do us a favor and try ta think 'bout what ya wanna do, a'ight?"

And really, Zana had no reason to care. She knew where she would end if she stayed, because, unlike Leonor, she couldn't care less about what the others would say. She knew where she stood if in the end she saw it fitting to stay. Perhaps it sounded fatalistic, but Zana was fine with it.

After all, she was damn sure that, with Carlos, her request would be granted. But that was for another day.

Right now she had a fish to deliver and 'business' to take care of. Damn, it had been too long since she got some action.