Turing Tested (Closed)

[Obuzeti]

Farridan looks at Sophie nuzzling into his hand, and wonders what it is about this sight that settles him. Something about the realm of flesh - about attempting to make human connections - never worked for him. This is the only relationship he's ever been able to have with any woman; eating from his hand, or not at all. The fact that Sophie's settling into it so fast, even if unconsciously, bleeds some of the set out of his shoulders.

He leans foward a little, and his thumb sinks deep into her pussy from behind, while his fore and middle fingers reach up to seek out Sophie's clit. They begin to rub in unison, thumb sinking in and drawing back as his fingers rub, a constant little seesaw of motion that encapsulates the most sensitive portions of her folds. He's driving women from one screaming orgasm to the next like this, but for right now he just wants her awake and wanting before her brain can catch up.

 

[wanna_be]

Slowly, sluggishly, Sophie rises from the depths of her slumber. It takes some time, though it is hastened as the pace of Farridan's fingers increases. Her lips part and a moan escapes her. Not long afterwards her consciousness escapes the heavy fingers of sleep.

Sophie wakes to a hand gently resting against her hair, finger and thumb sliding over her most sensitive areas, and an undeniable flush of pleasure rushing through her from the contact. Eager for the pleasure to continue, she instinctively pushes her hips back, pressing her pussy into the contact. Her fingers grasp the sheets she's lying on, that her face is resting against. And her memory comes trickling back.

These sheets are far more expensive than the cheap Walmart package on her own bed. They are clean and white, not the pale blue she is used to. She moans again, her consciousness fighting to navigate through the fog of sleep and pleasure. This isn't her room, it's Farridan's. They aren't the fingers of a boyfriend, but the fingers of her boss. She whimpers from the urge, the need growing deep inside her at the workings of those fingers, but she can't simply relax and accept this.

Weakly she tries to push herself up from the bed.

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan takes the opportunity to slide a pillow beneath Sophie's hips as she stirs sleepily and in protest, lifting her hips up off the surface of the bed - and then his hand comes down again on the back of her head, pressing it down into those comfortable sheets. The padding puts her ass up in the air, all the better for her captor's fingers to sink deep into her folds and seek out the hidden places that make her hips jump and buck.

Watching the sweet curves of his new property's body shift as she moves makes Farridan reconsider the events of the night. He hadn't bothered to finish properly earlier. Now might be the ideal time for it, with no awkward bindings in the way of his satisfaction - though she's likely to put up more a fight for it. The thought of pinning her down in this bed and fucking her until he spills his seed into her holds appeal.

"Are you going to fight me?" he asks, quietly.

 

[wanna_be]

Somehow Farridan manages to slip a pillow between her hips, raising them and giving him easy, comfortable access to her most intimate depths. Her body responds to that invasion, her hips pushing up, eager for more, even as she tries to force them back. They respond to her commands, eventually, reluctantly.

It's strange that he awakens her body in a way no lover of hers ever has. Even though he's just using her. Perhaps because he's using her.

She fights back anyway. She's still struggling against the bindings of slumber, but as her consciousness grows ever more immediate, so too does her will to resist. Sophie would have responded to Farridan's question, but with his hand pushing her head down into the sheets she finds herself unable to properly communicate. Communicating physically might be the only option. She thrusts her hands behind her, finding something solid and pushing as hard against it as she can.

 

[Obuzeti]

The resistance annoys Farridan, because even without thinking the woman is still trying to push him away, as if her choice and initiative have anything to do with what's happening to her. On the other hand, it puts her hands in an excellent position, so he releases her head to catch her wrists instead, and draws his fingers out of her slick folds to instead reach down to a series of cabinets set underneath the bed for his own convenience. The left side reads his fingerprint and opens to reveal a set of soft handcuffs that he retrieves and promptly slides around Sophie's wrists, binding them behind her back. He pins them there with a finger.

There. That's a look he appreciates. Ass up, bare-skinned, bound. A thing for his use.

Humans tire him. It takes so long to train a new sleeve for his use.

"Stay still," Farridan says, conversational. "If you move, the cuffs stay on for a full day. Do you understand?"

His palm smooths over the swell of her ass, as he considers what to do with her.

 

[wanna_be]

She freezes as the cuffs lock about her wrists, these aren't the same cold, hard restraints from the previous night. These are soft, but nonetheless effective as she ignores his command and attempts to pull her wrists apart to free herself. Her efforts are pointless of course, she has nowhere near the strength required to tear leather and shear steel. It doesn't take her long to realise that she hasn't the physical power required, so she tries another tack, kicking out and raising her head from the bed for just long enough to curse at her captor.

"Fuck… you…"

She's certainly not thinking about the consequences, but then she can already feel the heat between her legs and the fingers that slide over her ass bear fingers that are slick with the juices of her lust.

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan huffs, not even an actual word of response, and instead uses the moment of resistance to slide his knees up and outside of hers, leaving her ass raised and pressed against his hardened shaft within his pants, and her legs pinned in between his. Handcuffed and pinned into place, there's not a lot of resistance that Sophie can offer - and he takes advantage of that by unzipping himself and letting the thick head come to rest against her folds.

His hands come now to rest on the firm cheeks of her derriere, and squeeze and spread - leaving the puffy lips of her pussy and the tight rosebud of her ass exposed. His fingers squeeze and grope the taut flesh for a moment before Farridan leans forward to sink his full length into Sophie, burying himself full length in a single thrust. Her body is just as warm and wet as he remembers.

 

[wanna_be]

Sophie can feel the hard flesh of his cock through the thin fabric of his pants and knows it must only be a matter of time before it is once again sliding inside of her. Her attempts to struggle have only landed her in a more difficult position. She squirms, unsuccessfully, only managing to rub the bare flesh of her ass against him, probably making him harder.

She gasps as he finally thrusts the hot, hard shaft of his cock between her slick folds. At that, the moment he enters her, she stops struggling. Her body responds automatically, moving back and moaning as she almost grinds her ass against him. She balls her fists and forces her face into the pillow in an effort to keep from moaning again. She doesn't want to give him the satisfaction, even if the confinement and the control is turning her on.

Moaning again into the pillow, Sophie turns her head sideways to give lip service to her resistance. "Asshole! Fuck you!"

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan snorts at the woman's insults. The first thing she'd done when he'd slipped inside is buck back as far as possible to take his cock as deep as she could. Whatever comes out of her mouth is irrelevant in comparison - he doesn't care much about what she thinks, after all.

Instead, he digs his knees in between hers, locking Sophie's legs out and apart as he begins to pound into delicious wetness, watching the firm flesh of her cheeks bounce off his hard thighs. The sheer babydoll does nothing to hide her body, instead just enhancing the smooth glide of wide hips into smooth back. His hand follows that perfect transition, bunching the babydoll up around the woman's shoulders and leaving her skin bare once again.

"Oh, yes," he says, mild. "Keep barking. It makes me creative."

It makes him want to see her broken down - bound - dehumanized. Already the ideas glitter in his mind, cold like steel. One of his hands presses down firmly in the middle of Sophie's back while the other takes hold of her rear again, fingers spreading one firm cheek aside so his thumb can rub against her pucker, tracing the tight ring of muscle in implicit threat.

 

[wanna_be]

She is surprised when he snorts, it seems to almost be an expression of annoyance, something she hasn't managed to elicit from him at all. She feels a strange spark of pride that her continued stubborn resistance should annoy him so. It is strange to feel pride at her resistance while at the same time her body betrays her so completely. The wetness and heat between her legs is undeniable, only enhanced as his motions move from thrusts into simply pounding his cock into her.

She forces her face into the pillow to try and stifle the moan that rises, unbidden, to her lips. What he is doing is going beyond turning her on. Her body craves it, even parts of her brain are surrendering to the ever-encroaching fog of pleasure that seems to envelop her senses. Yet she fights back anyway. Some part of her brain seems to equate his actions with a challenge, and Sophie was always the type to rise to a challenge.

That quality rears its head once more as his thumb rubs against her asshole. No boyfriend has ever gone there before, and when it shoots a strange spark of pleasure up her spine she bucks as if in an attempt to dismount her captor. The effect it has however, is to grind her pussy against the base of his cock and momentarily loosen her grip on reality.

"I'm not…" She pants "Your dog…"

 

[Obuzeti]

"But you are my pet," Farridan counter, sure and infallible, and forestalls her argument by leaning forward, taking ahold of her shoulder, and driving himself hard and deep into her sopping sex for about twelve seconds of primal, hard fucking. It's unlike anything he's done from this point, a shift from his usual cool calculation into brutal, balls-deep thrusts that smacks her thighs as he drives himself all the way in.

He pauses for a moment, afterward, and then settles back into his relaxed pace, sliding in between her spread thighs almost like a metronome. "I do whatever I want to you," he says, simply. "I could bring my laptop in here and fuck you for hours while I check my e-mail. I could tape a vibrator between your legs and listen to you cream yourself during a board meeting. You exist for my entertainment."

"So," Farridan says, and there's a strange frission of pleasure beneath his voice now, as he first squeezes the firm globe of her ass, then slides his hand down between her legs to seek her clit, rubbing and teasing it in circular motions, "It's just a matter of training you."

 

[wanna_be]

Sophie finds her face being pulled out of the pillow as Farridan's long fingers fasten on her shoulder and pull her up and back. Then she blacks out. Sophie's brain is totally overridden by her body which twists, writhes and moans on the end of Farridan's cock. Her back arches, her muscles tighten and she releases a plaintive cry of pleasure.

A moment before she falls over the precipice Farridan stops his brutal assault. He gives her a moment, perhaps so he can catch his breath, perhaps so her brain can reboot itself, which it does haltingly. She's still held up, almost effortlessly off the sheets of the bed, preventing her from hiding her face once more in the pillows.

As his movements resume she regains enough consciousness to listen to what he's saying. She's doesn't interrupt him this time, just listens as his voice flows over her, somehow his mechanical pace providing punctuation and point to his words. She can feel the urge between her legs that has been shocked awake by his bestial fucking. The pleasure ebbs and flows through her body, but ultimately sparks from the point where she is held, impaled by Farridan.

The petite brunette is breathless, still gasping for breath, and unable to respond verbally. Her mind is still struggling to ride the waves that pulse through her. Farridan is playing her body like a violin, keeping her balanced on a knife edge of pleasure, one deft movement away from tumbling headlong into another abyss of pleasure. She whimpers a wordless request to be sent over that edge, back into the blissful emptiness that Farridan has forced out of her despite her unwillingness.

Too exhausted to resist now, she simply nods breathlessly, her chest and pert breasts heaving as she fights for breath. She's not broken, not quite yet, but she has no fight left in her tonight.

 

[Obuzeti]

When Sophie's thighs begin to tremble, Farridan draws his cock out of her and instead lays it against and between her firm cheeks, trapped upright as she is against his still-suited chest. The fingers that play with her clit slip down and instead draw lazy patterns against her trembling lips - pulling back whenever she starts to shake too much, dangling her over the edge of orgasm on a thread.

"Why should you get to cum, this time?" Farridan murmurs into Sophie's ear, soft and implacable. "You got off last time, but I didn't. What makes you think you deserve it this time?"

She never comes more than a few seconds away from climax, deft fingers tracing long arcs over her shaking thighs or taut belly before returning to twiddle her soaking lips or press against her aching clit. The thick shaft laid against her ass from behind throbs with its own need, but Farridan ignores that, choosing to instead taunt her with it - his cock throbs with his heartbeart, wet with her own juices, bouncing against her asscheeks in time with his pulse.

 

[wanna_be]

The only thing that keeps Sophie from collapsing are Farridan's strong hands. One is fastened on her shoulder, long fingers trailing down across her collar bone and pressing gently against the soft flesh beneath her throat. Her skin burns at even that simple contact. His other arm drapes about her waist in an almost perverse intimacy, his fingers making her legs shake whenever they pull her too close to a crest of pleasure.

Her arms are trapped between her body and his, held tightly against her bare flesh and the fabric of his shirt. Similarly, she can feel his cock pressing against her, it's heat almost too apparent against the soft flesh of her buttocks. It's still wet with her juices and slides slightly as she shifts again, his fingers drawing forth a tiny yelp as she gets so tantalisingly close to an orgasm, before it is once again snatched away.

The rise and fall of the pleasure leaves her breathless and near mindless. Desire fills her mind, obliterating any other thoughts, at least until Farridan's words cut through the heat of her pleasure like a blade of ice. She regains consciousness then, though barely, fighting against the rising tide of pleasure that is always pulled short just before she can feel release. It's a release she is desperate for, she'll do almost anything.

She doesn't respond verbally, that seems too much, instead her hands reach down behind her back. They are fastened together so the movement is awkward, but she fumbles blindly until she finds the hot, slick flesh of Farridan's cock. She's felt it inside her, now feels the emptiness it has left, but even so she is surprised at how big it feels between her small hands.

Afraid of upsetting him, but desperate to please, she hesitantly starts to stroke his cock. She can just barely reach to the root of his shaft, running her fingers over his balls, applying pressure before wrapping her fingers once more about him.

 

[Obuzeti]

"Good answer," Farridan murmurs, his voice now a low rumble, crackling strings in the back of his throat. His hips shift up into Sophie's soft grip, and he responds by sliding two fingers into her wet pussy, stroking slowly enough that even this penetration and stimulation does not tip her over the edge, instead tantalizing her with the promise of completion. But it's closer - he's no longer drawing away, just slowing down his attentions enough that she doesn't cream herself on his fingers. "Now: listen."

"When I use you," Farridan says, soft, his voice a raspy whisper in Sophie's ear, as he rolls his hips into her fingers, thrusting into her delicate grasp, "this becomes the most important thing in your world. You're here to please me. You're here to make me come, and help me relax. You do that, and I'll make use of you. I'll fuck you until you pass out, make you cum until it runs down your legs. I want your legs and your lips and anything else I care to use to spread wide for me, and I will fill you up. But if you leave me unsatisfied, I'll do the same to you. I could seal you in a vacuum bed and have another two girls come in and lick your nipples and your thighs until you lose your fucking mind from not coming. I could leave you here in your handcuffs with a joybuzzer in you, and come back the next day when you're delirious from the lack of sleep and the frustration. I am your highest priority."

Farridan's fingers schlick deep into Sophie's folds again, a long and slow stroke that curves up and draws ever so slowly back. His other hand raises to cup a firm breast, thumb smoothing over her diamond-hard nipple.

"So, are you ready to be a good girl?" Farridan murmurs. "Answer me. I want to hear you say it."

 

[wanna_be]

Sophie is no longer balancing on a knife edge of pleasure. Now she's hanging over the boundary, staring down into the endless abyss. The tide like sensation of pleasure has slowed to something altogether more regular, and more infuriating. Sophie is entirely in Farridan's hands now, the promise of pleasure dancing temptingly on his fingertips.

Even so, satisfaction is just a gentle push away, and Farridan doesn't quite push hard enough.


She listens. What choice does she have? He has her whole world in those two fingers. Her legs, weak already, quiver. She redoubles her efforts, such as they are, with her hands.

At any other time she might have slapped him, laughed in his face, anything other than trying desperately to pleasure him further. Her fingers slide over his cock, applying pressure here and there, releasing, stroking. She's never given a handjob like it in her life.

She's never listened quite so intensely either. Her world has been reduced to three things, her hands sliding over Farridan's flesh, his fingers sliding slowly and unstoppably between her legs and his voice overpowering it all. Slowly, everything else fades away until it is only Farridan's mellifluous tones. His words, not threatening, just promising, are all that remain.

"I..."

A part of her submerged beneath the pleasure and desire fights back, or tries to anyway. "You...

Then his fingers move again, deftly erasing her thoughts as fire sparks from her nipple, through her breast and across her torso. She twitches. Words rise to her lips, "Yes..." then, unbidden, "Sir."

Finally her desire breaks the banks, totally overwhelming her restraint. "I'll be a good girl... I'll be a good girl... I'll be a good girl..."

The words burst forth from her lips before she can stop them, before she can say what she wants to say, as her treacherous body yields to Farridan's irresistible abilities.

 

[Obuzeti]

"Good," Farridan murmurs, and then he moves, thumb pressing in against Sophie's clit as he strokes two deft fingers all the way to the last knuckle into her sopping folds, thrusting them in short, sharp jerks. His knees keep hers spread and the woman's body leaning back against his as Farridan nonchalantly drives her right into the body-shaking orgasm she's been silently begging for, and right past it. No matter how her hips squirm, he keeps her locked in place as he furiously frigs her, until she finally sags, boneless, against him again.

Farridan takes a long, steadying breath. His cock, still hard and twitching, thumps against her ass again.

"Now," he says, soft, and with a click Sophie's handcuffs release - he casts them aside without looking. He turns her head just enough to catch her gaze, and holds it for a moment, then inclines his head as he brings one of her freed hands to his rock-hard cock, pushing his hips up against her fingers. "Your turn."

 

[wanna_be]

Sophie finally topples over the edge that she's been dancing along for far too long. Her mind goes blank, empty of everything other than the pleasure and the sensations that are bringing it to her. She squirms and writhes, or attempts to, though only her hands are bound her whole body feels similarly restrained. Somehow that inability to move only heightens the storm of pleasure as it too, rages against her confines before being forced to turn inwards against her body once more.

She is almost surprised to find herself still conscious. Her hands lie slack in the aftermath of the mind-shattering orgasm that Farridan has just driven her through. She starts, in the throes of pleasure she had forgotten about Farridan. What will he do to her?

Surprise overwhelms fear as a faint click announces the removal of the cuffs, and he turns her head around. Her body follows on shaking limbs and truthfully she would have appreciated a few minutes to recover, though it seems that is not to be.

Her fingers curl instinctively around the fleshy shaft that they are placed upon. She feels the heat there, feels the pulse of his lust. Momentarily their eyes meet, and she is fixated by it until he pulls his gaze away, glancing downwards. She follows, seeing his cock in her hand, the faintly purplish head, hard, but still slick from her arousal.

She doesn't ask what he wants. She already knows. Her hand begins to stroke the shaft, more deftly now that she can see what she is doing. It slides easily and without thinking she leans down and slides her tongue along the underside of his cock. She is thinking clearly enough to realise that what she tastes is herself before she sucks the head between her lips.

Her tongue swirls around the head, tasting herself more strongly here, but not stopping. Sophie has been in relationships before, she's given blowjobs. These have usually only been after much begging and coercion and it shows. She doesn't lack enthusiasm here though, a strange energy has gripped her and is driving her to bob her head gently, running her lips up and down the upper portion of his cock. Occasionally she stops to catch her breath, continuing the motion of her head with her hand.

 

[Obuzeti]

When Sophie's lips close around the head of his cock Farridan hums in approval, leaning back onto his elbows to give her better access. It throbs with arousal - put off for hours, now, since he'd first taken her, bound to that chair - and her lack of reticence quickly has his balls drawing tight and clenching in anticipation of a monstrous orgasm.

He exhales shakily, and reaches up with one hand to slide it into the woman's hair - not pulling or yanking, but merely stroking. Approval, after a debased fashion. "Keep going," the programmer murmurs, muscle rippling around his hips as he keeps himself from bucking up into Sophie's warm, wet mouth. "Almost there."

Her submissive tendencies were astonishing - and exciting.

 

[wanna_be]

The hand in her hair makes Sophie hesitate. She's expecting him to pull her head down onto his cock. He doesn't, which lends her some courage when his words urge her to continue.

He's not thrusting into her mouth as she has so often experienced before. He leaves her to keep sucking, keep moving her lips up and down his cock. His warning sends a strange thrum of excitement and anticipation through her body and she redoubles her efforts to please him, though she would have been unable to explain why.

That effort does not go entirely to waste. She manages to take him a little deeper, her lips locking around his cock almost halfway down until she needs to pause and take a breath. Her hand doesn't stop though, meanwhile the other cups his balls, massaging them gently.

Her tongue and lips continue to work, doing their best to coax an orgasm out of him. She looks up, her eyes running up his shirt, stretched tight over a well muscled torso, to meet his gaze. If it weren't for the fact that she has a cock in her mouth her large eyes would have made her the very picture of innocence.

 

[Obuzeti]

Sophie's sucking does the job he's put off for so long - Farridan tenses as her lips slide up and down his shaft even faster, fondling his heavy sac, before he finally gasps and the tension unwinds in him. Spurts of seed spill out of his iron-hard cock in time with the rhythm of her fingers and lips into her mouth. His balls clench tight in her soft hand as he hisses and his vision goes for a moment as his breath rushes out in ragged huffs.

Perhaps ten seconds later, he finally raises his head, still panting for breath, and runs his thumb across Sophie's brow.

"Excellent," he says, soft. "That's what I want."

For a moment, his fingers just run through her hair, once more. His eyes are distant and his lips purse. Then he rolls off the bed, and looks down to Sophie.

"I will see you in the morning," he says, soft. "Sleep well."

 

[wanna_be]

Sophie looks up again and seeing that Farridan has leaned back she keeps sucking gently until he strokes her brow. She stops then, though her whole body quivers with an intense thrill of pleasure and satisfaction she could not explain. That thrill returns when he speaks, sending a sudden bolt of pleasure down her spine that makes her stiffen involuntarily.

She is surprised to find her hands reaching out against her will as Farridan's weight leaves the bed, and pulls them back to her chest in a protective fashion. Her mind is still mostly submerged in the strange headspace Farridan has lead her to, but her body doesn't want him to leave just yet.

That feeling recedes as her reason returns, and she glares after him as he leaves, too exhausted to speak. Physically Sophie is exhausted, she's been driven to the two most mind-blowing orgasms of her life in the last few hours, but she can't sleep. Part of her wants more, wants to give up control again and let him drive her through relentless orgasm after relentless orgasm, as she is sure he could if he wanted. The other part is ashamed at how willingly she had submitted to him. She'd blown him as willingly as if it was a boyfriend's birthday. More willingly even.

It took her a long time to get to sleep.

---

She doesn't sleep well, her mind filled with confusing dreams halfway between nightmare and sex. When she wakes though she has regained a little of her will. Showering, she steels her mind for the day, somehow she must be able to make Farridan back down, or at least make him regret choosing her as his victim.

Her own clothes are a pitiful pile in the corner, shredded by Farridan yesterday, she is forced to select from the large closet her new employer has provided. Going to the end, she picks out the blouse and skirt.

The outfit is tight, and far too revealing, but it is the closest to professional attire in the closet, she can't exactly challenge Farridan dressed as a French Maid after all. Slowly, she make her way downstairs.

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan, as per usual, is behind his desk - there's no holographic displays this time, just him, a keyboard, and a black screen with code on it. He's not even paying attention to her at first; probably twenty seconds pass before he notices her, cross-referencing something on the first screen with a second one he's got set up to the side. When he finally does, he glances up at Sophie, inclines his head, then gestures off to the side. There's a lap table set up next to some kind of floor cushion beside his desk - it's deliberately set to be lower than an actual chair.

"I ate earlier. Feel free," he says. The table is filled with a French honeyed salad, croissants, and boule le pain, hearty and filling.

On the other hand, the man's gaze is now affixed to the skirt as she moves; it falls down barely over the edge of her ass, and sitting down in a decent manner is likely to be a challenge.

 

[wanna_be]

Hunger pulls at Sophie's stomach, the food looks good. It's obviously freshly prepared, and the faint aroma of the pastries only kickstarts her salivary glands. She hasn't eaten since breakfast yesterday, at least if you don't count Farridan's visit last night, which she doesn't. Her belly calls out for real food, and she finds it hard to resist it's pull.

What makes that resistance easier however, is Farridan's gaze. Having given his order his eyes are now locked upon the tight skirt she is wearing. She is correct in her judgement, it is so short as to make a mockery of professional dress codes. Even bending to snatch up a croissant would expose her completely. One hand pulls at the edge of it uncomfortably, unused to being so revealingly dressed in such a situation. It's funny, he quite literally fucked her brains out yesterday.

She decides she won't give him what he wants. Carefully, with a pointed glare, she kicks the cushion around so it is on the side facing towards Farridan. Then, with great care not to reveal anything from the front, she manages to drop onto the cushion with legs pressed tightly together. Facing towards him keeps her ass out of sight, and she makes sure not to demonstrate her lack of panties, though no doubt he already knows.

Without waiting she tears into a croissant, aware that he may well decide to interrupt her first meal in twenty-four hours.

 

[Obuzeti]

Rather than interrupt, Farridan lets out a huff of air through his nose in what might be a snort, and lets her eat - she'll need her strength, and that's a healthy balanced meal. So rather than bother her, he starves her of attention - just goes back to coding, like he does approximately eighty percent of the time he's awake. With nothing to distract her, the boredom and anxiety will work her up to breaking the silence long before him.

The first hints of the sun come up over the horizon. The office is arranged so that it comes up directly behind Farridan, bright rays of sunrise blasting over his shoulders , but the darkened glass is tinted so that the experience isn't blinding. Beneath them, the city comes alive, traffic honking soundlessly far below.

"I don't have anywhere to be today. Feel free to entertain yourself. I'll let you know when I need you," Farridan says, a faint tinge of mockery in the words. Like she does anything else but serve at his pleasure, now.