Ana nodded steered him out of the club and into the cool night air. As soon as they were out of the building, she let go of him. He smelled too much like permanent death, and it unnerved her.

"Our room is in one of the hotels closer to the airport," she said. "It's not too much of a walk for me, but I don't know about you." She wasn't trying to brag or insult him, she was just stating fact. She was already looking forward to being able to change out of her club-wear. The faux corset was flimsy and mostly made of lace and polyester, and her artfully torn pants were fake leather. She wanted very much to change into a pair of jeans and a proper corset that would be able to handle a bit of 'rough love'. When she remembered that she'd left her good corsets at home, she sighed a bit. An every-day false one it was, then.