Graciela
*Miro's grip on the woman's wrist became a little more firm as she spoke, the annoyance in his eye growing with every moment. He needed to keep her completely out of sight today, and get her out of the city tomorrow. With the way she's dressed and how she showed up out of nowhere seemingly, Miro thought to himself that he could easily mistake the vibrant costume and curved body for a call girl, although it was a bit of a stretch. Still, a stretch is all the other families needed to bring them to ruin.* "The politics of these lands are a little more complicated than one party or another. Multiple religions reside within this country, all coexisting with one another. However, what lies within this city is the largest and most renowned of their churches. We all seek power from the city council, and all must compete for resources. Maybe if you stick around some time, and we get you into more.. Appropriate attie, you can venture outside. For now, you need to stay here."

*Miro led the two of them down twisting hallways and long corridors, until they reached a set of rather large doors. They opened up into lavish quarters, with plenty of space in the room. In the middle against the back wall sat a large king-sized bed, covered in a red blanket and with the fabric obscuring view tied back. There was a work station in one corner, consisting of a desk with a pile of books, papers, and bottles of ink. Many shelves lined with books sat against one wall, and it seemed to have its own private bathroom, which by this time period, was likely a huge luxury. He closed the door behind them, locking it so they didn't get any unexpected guests.* "This is where I can keep you for now until we figure something out. Even if you're technically an intruder, I can tell you dont have malicious intent, at least towards this household. I'm willing to work out a way to get you home as long as you stay quiet here. I can get you room service when you wish, along with anything else you might need.

Just please don't go overboard."
Maricela
*But a little overboard she would go. It was the prettiest room she had ever seen, taken by its simple but exquisite furnishing. She stopped staring at the ceiling once he mentioned room service. Really, for her?! Maybe staying here wasn't the worst, but yes she understood that her costume could arouse suspicions in a different world.*

"Hey, what the heck. You're pretty patient with all of this and it's not like anyone knows who I am!"
*She lowered the hood she wore and removed the mask obfuscating her appearance. Miro would see a woman of beauty unknown to him. Her hair was blonde and short, like just harvested corn, on top a slender and perfectly sculpted face with big blue eyes and lips full of colour.*
"Like, back home I gotta wear this so no one comes after my family but it's not really needed here! I'm Jenny, Jenny Karamoz!"

*She beamed with innocence. Her arm pointed at the ceiling and with a curious finger gesture a web shot out, sending her to it where she seemed to stick on the material. She was moving around like a spider would, unaware of how her confining attire would rouse hormones and more. She hung up-side-down, annoyed by her breasts almost blinding her view of Miro.*
"Hey I took off my mask! You do the same, that's like common courtesy~!"
Graciela
*Miro's eyes raised some as Jenny's hood was pulled back, revealing an astonishingly good looking woman underneath the fabrics. He looked over her face well, finding himself just a little curious. Her logic was of a similar nature to why he wore his, which intrigued him, although he also had religious beliefs behind it. His eyes traced over her figure once more quickly, and found himself wondering just a little more where she truly came from. However, watching her attach herself to the ceiling and hang herself upside down made Miro tilt his head. She was certainly flamboyant about everything she did, and very unaware of how she made herself look. He'd let out a sigh, adverting his eyes from her body as to not be caught staring, or to give himself any ideas just yet.* "Please don't hang upon my ceilings, and be sure to clean up that... Web, is it?"

 *He'd make his way over to a closet, opening it to reveal it was rather deep. He'd step inside for a few moments, taking off the armor he was wearing from his journey, along with undressing down to his simpler yet still regal clothes underneath, wearing a dark buttoned shirt with a fur collar, and pants made out of a fine leather. His gloves were gone now though, revealing pale white skin beneath once he stepped back out.* "I keep my mask on to hide my appearance, as there are many who would like to hunt me down and slaughter me, and those like me. It's also part of my belief in the Raven Queen, the goddess of death in these lands. Although, since you likely won't be around long, and I highly doubt you plan on reporting back to some lich, I don't mind revealing my face." *Miro slowly pulled back the mask from his face, some of his hair falling forward as it was removed. Behind it was a stoic, chiseled face defined by the grey, cold eyes sunken into it, with some bags under his eyes. A large, deep scar went over one of his eyes, cutting across a swath of his face, with many other scratches and scars around it. He had silv

Er-blonde hair that seemed permanently messy, coming down to the back of his neck. His nose was a bit pointy, although not large at all, and a grimace seemed to sit upon his lips for no real good reason.* "Does this satisfy?"
Maricela
*Jenny looked at Miro with confusion; why did he step into an entire closet? She remembered how that was often a pun to describe if someone was gay back home and snickered, still in the ceiling. His logic to remain hidden was much like her own but more brutal. This whole Raven Queen-thing seemed really edgy, like what some villain would claim to worship. Why could it never be something cuter, like the Pug Queen or Cat Queen?*

*She almost lost her grip when he exited. Fumbling and transfixed on his appearance. What she had thought of earlier, the boyband thing. He was exactly like that. She felt her heart skip a beat, her tongue salivating and her sex... Needy.*

*She climbed directly over him and using a web to lower down, face to face with him.*
"The webs go away in a couple hours. You won't, will you~?"
*Her gaze was so charged with lust it could drive the least sexual of all creatures into a forced breeding frenzy. He did not know who she was, what rumour she held back home. Of the lewd superhero who would often get down on her knees for anyone. All baseless rumours, of course. She lowered further, her face precariously close to his reproductive organ. She really just hoped it did not have pinchers or something weird. She was the alien one here, after all.