The restricted section smelled faintly of old magic.
Aegis pushed through the heavy doors at exactly midnight, finding Serilla already there, surrounded by a fortress of ancient books. She'd changed out of her uniform into something that definitely violated several decency laws—a silk dress that showed her entire left tit if you looked at the right angle.
"You're punctual," Serilla said without looking up. "I'm impressed."
"You're basically naked."
"It's called fashion."
"It's called your nipple is showing."
"Oh?" Serilla glanced down. "So it is." She didn't adjust the dress. "Anyway, I study better when I'm comfortable. I do so hope you don't mind."
[Mind? If you weren't such a colossal piece of shit, I'd be trying to bend you over right now.]
Aegis kept those particular thoughts to herself, though. She dropped into the chair across from Serilla. The dress in question rode up when Serilla shifted, showing she wasn't wearing underwear.
[Of course she isn't.]
