<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/qf3ohgvvtkj01.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Oversized, white, off-shoulder tshirt (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51kmm1csi1L._UL1000_.jpg), Black boyshorts.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, August 21<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>4:30PM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Back in Brion & Helena’s shared bedroom<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>After the briefing, she is ready to take a shower and unwind<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion Markov; Closed<br/><hr/>Standing under the shower head, pulse setting on a powerful continuous stream, Helena faced upward and tilted her head back to allow the water to flow down her dark strands and the curve of her naked spine. The intoxicating scent of pomegranate and hibiscus filled the steaming bathroom, her island scents always something she enjoyed as her fingers massaged across her scalp. She could admit, in the peaceful medication of her shower, that she was thankful to Brion for not only dragging her here, but also just in being there with her. If not for him, she would be incredibly alone, off to a poor start with knowing Damian and not falling in line with him. The son of Batman was extremely charismatic, and she knew people would most likely judge -her- for not wanting to be around him very much. But give them time; she hoped many would come to see the arrogant prick’s personality like she had since the beginning.<br/><br/>Sighing with a mild degree of contentment, clean now, relaxed, and excited to get started with those she<em>had </em>met, Helena shut off the shower and proceeded to wring out as much of the excess water caught up on the strands as she could. Tendrils of scented liquid flowed across her flexing knuckles before she slung the weight over her milky shoulders, the sodden locks slapping on her bare back as she opened the sliding door and stepped out onto the rug. Helena shivered, the temperature dropping drastically as gooseflesh crawled across her arms and thighs, pastel nipples hardening to peaks. Droplets ran down her muscular curves like rivets as she patted herself dry to wrap her hair in the purple towel itself. A light moisturizing lotion was rubbed all across her skin before peeking out into the empty bedroom to make sure Brion wasn’t back yet. Helena scurried over to her bag, naked, and dug in to grab an oversized cotton tshirt. It reached about midthigh and hung off her right shoulder. Pulling on a pair of black boyshort underwear finished her casual ensemble, and yanking the damp towel from her head, Helena allowed her moist hair to hang loose about her softly colored cheeks.<br/><br/>The woman then sat on her bed, legs crossed, and waited for Brion to return as she casually began to scroll through a few things on her smartphone.