By his calculations (and this was a crapshoot at best, since he’d always sucked at math), he would be seeing Emily one more time.  She did say, after all, that she would stop by the shop soon after she purchased a new helmet.  At the very least, he was curious as to what brand she’d end up choosing.  Naturally, he favored<i>Arai</i>, since that was his skid-lid of choice.  Who knew after that?  Once again, he convinced himself that seeing her with a new helmet would be the final time of basking in her presence.<br/><br/>Having parted company with Emily a while ago, Boris had stalled long enough.  He already confirmed with Pierre that he did not put<i>Shadow Queen </i>up to propositioning him for an RP.  Fair enough, he told his friend and customer, obviously taking him at his word.  Desperate, he couldn’t think of a feasible way of not RPing with her.<br/><br/>In the meantime, a short message from<i>GhostWriter </i>popped up on screen.  He chose to answer his soon-to-be partner (yet another stalling tactic!).  Boris informed her of his character’s name and vital stats, as well as any other pertinent information he felt she needed to know.  That diversion now complete, it was time to get it over with.  How bad could it be?  A hopeful question, if nothing else.<br/><br/>The PM that<i>Shadow Queen </i>had started between them now open, he could see she was also online at the moment.  Crap, he thought, it sure don’t get any better than this.  Typing soon commenced.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">NOTE to readers:</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">Blue=<i>Shadow Queen</i> posts,</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Orange=Boris posts</span>​</div><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Hello Shadow Queen,</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"></span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">I am somewhat curious to learn what you have in mind for the Male x Female RP between us.</span></i><br/><br/>She answered less than 20 seconds later.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">47, my love,</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"></span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">I have just one question for you.  What are you most uncomfortable with?</span></i><br/><br/>The hell kinda question was that, he thought.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Well, there’s not much I find uncomfortable.  But if I had to say something, I guess I would pick anything BDSM-related.</span></i><br/><br/>Thirteen seconds later.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">Very well, my love.  Then that is what our RP shall be about.  A Male x Female, Slice of Life with BDSM themes.</span></i><br/><br/>What the fuck?!  Did I just post in French or something?!  Panic Mode was nigh.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">But I just said it makes me uncomfortable after you asked me.</span></i><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">I know.  I am simply trying to expand your comfort zones, my love.  I will start our story, and I will tag you, too.  After that, you have no excuse or reason to ignore it.  I am already looking forward to this, 47, my love.  Good night, and be on the lookout for that tag alert.</span></i><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">Shadow Queen :heart:</span></i><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Um, okay.  G'night, Shadow Queen.</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"></span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">47</span></i><br/><br/>Geez, that was a lame reply, he reflected, a little too late.  And why did she insist on calling him<i>my love</i>?  Cripes, they didn't even know each other's real names!  Not that that mattered.  Obviously.  Boris briefly considered creating another account just to avoid<i>Shadow Queen</i>, until<i>GhostWriter</i>sprang to mind.  Ah shit, he thought, that ain’t gonna work.  Plus, he didn’t truly consider himself the type to run away from situations, no matter the level of discomfort.  At the very least, he would have to Google some BDSM stuff, thus opening up an entirely new and mysterious world for him.  Was this what Pierre referred to as kinks?