The sound of muffled steps approaching through the cold corridor made Xandhor´s head perk up as he groggily emerged from his stupor and focused his eyes on the shadowy hallway before him.
A slim familiar figure slowly coming into view as his guts churned with both hunger and anticipation about what he was eagerly planning to do next.
The distinct pace of the nearing footsteps soon revealing the identity of the person that he'd been waiting for days as he rushed to dust his clothes off a bit and put the best smile he could summon on his disheveled face.
As he squinted with difficulty and his eyes gradually adjusted to the present darkness, he finally made out the lanky woman's shape. So, he readied his charms and his silver tongue, hoping that they would be enough for what he needed to
