Who: Raven, Eli What: Temptation. Where: Eli's trailer When: May 11, late evening Warnings: Probably NSFW.
That night, Raven had chosen to give up her place at The Hanged Man. Instead she had spent her shift on the Midway, entertaining guests in a more open space. It had been fun, but intense; nights on the Midway were always somewhat more demanding. It was more dancing, more ground-level tumbling, and generally more interacting with the guests than she normally did. So Raven was tired, but not exhausted. It was a pleasant sort of tired, one that made her muscles sore – but not the sort that made her ready to tumble into bed.
Instead, she had slipped away once her performances for the night were finished. She hadn't gone to her own trailer, though. Instead, she had let herself into Eli's place. It was familiar to her at this point, almost as familiar to her as her own home, so she had no trouble moving around it. Soon she was tucked into the trailer's small shower, lifting her face to a fall of delightfully warm water. It was a leisurely shower, one that she didn't rush through.
In fact, she only stopped the stream of water when her ears picked up the sound of a key in the lock. Eli. Raven smiled at the thought, waited a couple of moments, and then stepped dripping out into the hall. "There you are," she greeted blithely, as if she belonged there. "Did you have a hard night, my dragon?"