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"Oh, you charmer..." She says, turning around and pressing herself against you. "I think someone needs a bit of help with that, don't they?" She smiles up at you, and you smile back, your face gaining a slight blush...
---MEANWHILE---
A woman sits in front of a bank of monitors, her face buried in her hands. Slowly reaching forward, she enters another command into the machine, one-handed, the other still covering her eyes.
"This can't be right..." She mutters, entering more calculations, more commands, anything to get the damned machine to tell her the opposite of what she was seeing.
Opening her eyes, she looks at the largest monitor, a sigil blinking on-screen as it calculates the probabilities again and again, searching for a result to her liking.
Eventually, text fills the screen.
"PROBABILITY OF ASSAULT ON HEAVEN: 90%"
She takes a deep, shuddering breath. She'd been told again and again and again, the number usually off by a percent or so... but this time, there was no way around.
Taking a breath and licking her chapped lips, she leaned towards a microphone set over the keyboard and uttered one last command.
"Calculate Safest Course Of Action."
The computers went blank, every last inch of hardware going to solve the problem in front of her. Eventually, more text arrived.
She stared at what was demanded of her. She knew it couldn't be wrong, as much as she wished it was. She'd programmed the thing herself, after all...
The Judge lowered her head, and wept.
---BACK AT THE APARTMENT---
Aria slumps against the wall of the shower, panting like she just ran a marathon. "A-alright... alright, you can put me down now, I can stand... I think..."
You move to put her back down on the ground, your length sliding from within her depths.
She stands on shaky legs, then grabs the washcloth again and sighs. "Okay, fun's over. Get out, I gotta clean up this mess. She says, gesturing to the sticky mess you left between her legs. "Maybe if you're good, we can do this again later."
You don't argue, a little worn out yourself from your vigorous lovemaking. You step out of the shower and dry yourself off, getting on a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans before stepping back into the bedroom.
You have a little while until you have to go show up at Executioner Headquarters. You don't have to work or anything, but daily training is expected of all members of the Executioners...
Your cell-phone rings. When you pick it up, the number is one you don't recognize. When you answer it, you hear a familiar voice.
"Humble One. Your services are required." The Judge says, her voice steely and even. "Arrive at the Courthouse at 8:00 PM. Do not be late. I expect full cooperation."
With that, she hangs up. She must need something important, she only directly contacts people when something big's going on...
But 8:00 is also during when Aria's concert's being held...
You sigh, and sit down, holding your head in your hands. What are you gonna do?
>What do you do?
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