Diana reflected on Arias's words, expecting him to strike back fiercely after the encounter with Superman. But much to her surprise, he quickly regained his composure and looked at her. Seeing the confusion on her face, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "What?"
Diana glanced in the direction Superman had gone before shaking her head. "In the tales my mother told of n, they often fought over aningless things. But you don't seem angry anymore," she explained.
Arias smirked as he walked toward the bathroom. "I'll explain as I relax."
Diana looked at him curiously and followed him into the bathroom. Both disrobed imdiately and entered the tub, sitting on opposite sides.
Once Arias poured himself a drink and set so music to play, he finally gave his explanation. "I don't seem angry because I'm not angry... I'm annoyed. This alone isn't enough to make waste my ti on soone. But Superman looks like the type to persist until he's given a reason not to. Problems like that are better dealt with early."
Hearing his explanation, Diana nodded, finding a common sense in it. She knew that Superman wasn't the type to give up easily, even though they hadn't known each other long.
Arias's attitude toward situations always intrigued her. In her mind, she knew he had incredible strength, but rather than openly flaunt it, he dealt with things in a way that was neither too aggressive nor too passive. It was a warrior's mindset like no other. It's why she enjoyed hearing stories of how he dealt with his foes in the past. Every ti he told her a story, she'd be doubtful, thinking he was hiding details of his real strength.
This ti, though, she had the chance to witness his approach firsthand. Giving him so advice, she said, "Superman is no mortal. It wouldn't be far-fetched to call him a demigod. Aren't you worried?"
Arias gave her a glance before replying, "Do I look worried?"
Diana laughed and raised her glass toward him. "You've beco bolder in your statents. I like it. It suits you more," she said, smiling approvingly.
The two briefly raised their glasses to Diana's statent, with her relishing the mont more. In Arias, she found a friend with whom she could be fully herself, but at the sa ti, soone who always piqued her curiosity.
It was for this reason that the two sharing a bath was slowly becoming the norm. If she were more like Harley, Arias would have long put her Amazonian stamina to the test, but sadly, Diana was still sowhat naive. There was no need to rush things.
Arias didn't need to do much—the world itself would slowly chip away at whatever rigid morals she held, especially when she was near him.
For now, he remained as stoic as ever, not pouncing on her. Progress was slow, but he was starting to see signs that she cared about how he saw her body.
She proved this thought with her next action, as the atmosphere beca more relaxed. "By the way, I was told it's common for won in the outside world to style their... well, features in all places. So I wanted to ask if this suits ."
Diana stood up and gestured for Arias to look at her more intimate areas.
He glanced without hesitation and saw that she had styled her pubic hair into the shape of a sword.
"It suits you," Arias complinted.
Upon hearing his words, any doubt she had faded away, and she posed proudly, letting him look all he wanted. It was a strange way to end the night, but Arias was growing used to her antics and carefree attitude.
After she left, Arias rembered that Harley had run off earlier, thinking he was coming to her. Just to be sure she hadn't bound herself to the wall and was waiting for him, Arias decided to check on her.
And there she was. Harley had indeed bound herself—just not to the wall. Instead, he found her kneeling on the floor, eyes blindfolded, with her hands behind her back.
Hearing footsteps, she grinned mischievously and giggled. "Mmm, is it ti for bad ole Harley's lesson?"
Arias was surprised to find that he had been close in his guess. He narrowed his eyes and began to circle the nympho that was Harley.
As he walked to her front, he ran his thumb across her lips, smirking down at her. "What shall I do with you?"
Harley smiled, her heart already racing in anticipation. She let out her tongue and coiled it around his thumb as it moved over her lips, giving it a gentle suck before replying in a whispered voice, "Anything you want. I'm helpless to stop you, after all."
Arias paused upon hearing those words and tugged her closer with so force by her collar, whispering in her ear, "You're so very right."
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