The heavy titanium door remained slightly ajar, sealing the tiny room away from the mechanical chaos echoing further down the bunker's halls.
Inside, the air was warm, smelling of fresh sweat, and the faint musky scent of a thoroughly satisfied fox.
Hana sat up, smoothing down her dress and adjusting the straps of her tactical harness. Her movements were entirely businesslike, showing none of the lingering breathlessness that Raiden was currently displaying.
She checked her balance on her system window.
> [CURRENT BALANCE: -902,880]
A tiny, satisfied twitch touched the corner of her lips. Step by step, that ridiculous debt was shrinking.
Beside her on the mattress, Raiden lay flat on his back, his bare chest glistening under the dim yellow light. His nine bright pink tails were loosely splayed across the sheets, twitching lazily at the tips like a cluster of satisfied flowers.
