She pops up and limps toward me, asking for nothing. “How are you seeing in the dark? There’s barely a sliver of either moon.”
My species has excellent night vision. I forget it’s rare. It’s never been an asset in a fight before. Gladiators battle in the blazing sun.
“Night vision,” I answer.
“Must be nice.”
She’s favoring her right leg.
Shit. Although I promised myself I wouldn’t let her gender affect me, I can’t believe what I’m about to do. I stop, unwrapping my loincloth as she limps toward me.
She was hurrying, focused on the ground, and only now looks at me. I’m nude, having removed the cloth that covers my cock.
“What the fuck, asshole. This was never part of the deal!”