Go upstairs with Sarah

You follow her up the stairs, excitement building at not only the circumstance but the timeless sensation the building seemed to excrete. The creaky wooden structure which silenced the outside world, the shelves and bookcases that dotted the rooms with books, quills and scrolls places haphazardly all over them. The candles responsible for lighting up the house grew brighter in contrast to the lighting the windows offered as the sky turned from orange to navy blue and the sun gave it's last expressive goodbye across the world.

As you reached the top of the staircase she walked into a room full of purple colors and held the door open, looking at you expectantly. You hesitated.

She grinned knowingly, "don't worry about what you've heard, it's not as bad as it sounds, trust me. I know how the rumors can get, especially for newcomers, we get visitors who stop by every now and then."

When your body still refused to move she rolled her eyes and took you by the hand, dragging you into her lair. "Come on! I promise I won't hurt you, and I'm sure you're gonna love what I have to show you," She said the last part with a daring wink.

Once you were in, she shut the door behind you and locked it, walking past you with a raised eyebrow as she hopped on her bed with a satisfied sigh, sprawling her body out across it like she was making some sort of invisible snow angel. Then she leaned her head on her hands and curled one leg over the other, looking you up and down.

"What are you showing me, exactly?" You asked, suddenly unsure of yourself. Just how much of what Thompson said was true? What if this was all some elaborate prank and you were about to do something really embarrassing? She started to undo the belt that kept her skirt in place.

"W-wait you didn't answer my question...you don't even know my name!" You said, trying to get some sort of response so you weren't left completely lost.

She threw the belt aside once it was undone, then carefully rolled on her side and twisted around to face you, gravity and friction maintaining the skirt where it was since she was laying on her stomach. Head in hands and legs moving up and down playfully behind her. "Well, I heard the conversation downstairs so I know your name is Daniel, but even if I didn't, would it really matter?"

"Wouldn't it? I mean...unless this is all meaningless..." You asked the implied question, what had really been on your mind. Could you really bring yourself to do something so important with such a carefree mindset?

She shook her head, "It's up to us if it has meaning, it's neither necessarily meaningless nor meaningful in itself."

"Shouldn't we get to know each other in less...intimate ways first?" you suggested.

"We will, the taking off clothes is just for preparation...do you...still want to do this?" There was a little wavering in her voice now, her confidence finally reaching it's peak.