<strong><span class="bbc_u">Widow</span></strong><br/><br/>Unheeding, Steel continued to try to run for his life, almost making it to the exit by now.<br/><br/>The boy meanwhile cowered against the alley wall, his bottom half still naked as he was too afraid to redress himself, looking at the battle, and Hamlet when the giant approached him, with frightful tears welling in his eyes, and didn't reply.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Crow</span></strong><br/><br/>When Crow undressed, the girl stared quite intently, examining his lean physique with a rare twinkle of excitement, life, in her eyes. Her gaze lingered especially on his manhood, until it was covered by the towel. She took a moment after he laid down to light a candle, which slowly filled the room with the smell of incense. Perhaps her idea of a scented candle? Then, she crawled up on the bed until she was right over Crow's buttocks, resting her weight on him. She wasn't heavy, and her skin was soft, too cold to be alive and too warm to be dead. He could feel her moist netherlips against the small of his back. Oiled-up gentle hands were placed on his shoulders, alternating between caressing Crow's back softly where it was relaxed, and pressing forcefully where she found resistance. "You're very tense." She commented, before breaking into a soft giggle out of nowhere. "Technically I'm supposed to offer you<em>another</em>way to relieve your tension now." She explained with a weary sigh. "But if you don't mind I'd like to give you a full massage first." She suggested with a hint of hopefulness in her voice.