Kline paused at the door, her eyes narrowing at the exposed flesh. "Do you know why I called you here?"
Ember shook her head, no. Although she had just woken up, she was alert. Her constant training allowed her to react quickly. So even if she were attacked while sleeping, she would be able to slip away.
Without a word, Kline walked to her desk. The same desk that Ember had previously sent an image of to Aiden. Ember raised an eyebrow. Is she doing what she thinks? So Kline isn't frigid?
Seeing her take the toys from the drawer, Ember couldn't understand why she would want to hide her preferences like that. It's the end of the world. Live how you want, fuck who you want. If anyone gives you hell, just kill them; there is no police to stop you. At least, this is what Ember thought.
