Bush

Oh, the chemicals between them would burn if they struck a match.

He was practically salivating at the thought of touching her, of running his large hand over her delicate fairy face, of sliding himself into her velvet warmth.

And she, she was running her pink tongue over her red lips, her eyes travelling the map of his body, lingering in places.

The music pulsed and stung like poison.

Or a bite. A bite from pearly teeth that already nibbled in anticipation.

Dirty, steamy, covered in leather and lace. Eyes with layers of blue and pink, lashes with sparkles, necks with jewels. Her body was covered in false dragon scales, his in fake panther fur.

Clash of the Otaku Senshi!

"Arr mateys! Who be lookin' at me booty? Arr, swab my poopdeck!"

Sailor Sphinx couldn't hide her disgist. This, this, was the demon, the god!, who had beaten her? A drunk delinquent wearing rags and swinging to imagined music? "Who are you? What do you want?"

This caught the girl's attention. She swung around, nearly colliding with Sufi. "Why, I am the Pirate King, but of course? Carry the news, I have arrived at port!"

She giggled as her head swarm in the ocean of alcohol that she'd been poisoning herself with all evening.