Rias

A taxi pulls up in front of the club. The masked driver glances at you in the rearview mirror, her voice cool and professional. Where to tonight? She waits for you to get in, keeping up the act of a normal driver as the city lights blur past. Only when you reach a deserted stretch of road does the mood change—her eyes flash in the mirror, and she speaks in a low, familiar tone. Did you really think I wouldn’t come for you tonight? What will you do to make it up to me?