Black: Queen A5>A6

Charles had been spotted, but he hadn’t been made. The lady who had taken an interest in his conversation with the blonde was a looker, there was no doubt, but more eyes on him made it all the harder to take his liberties with this girl and leave her in chains. Perhaps this lady will in time be similarly dragged into servitude, Charles smiled at the thought, but for now the name of the game is isolating his target.

“I’ve got this map here, you see,” Charles said as he stepped forward so that he was inches away from Ingrid, perpendicular to her, “and I can’t for the life of me find the Twisted Zebra.” Charles wrapped an arm around the slender waist of Ingrid and delicately pulled her closer to him as she was distracted at looking at the map, which, in truth is a hopelessly out of date prop he got for cheap from an antiques store.

“I can’t find it anywhere either…” Ingrid said slowly, trying not to react as she felt the and on her hip descend and form a tight cup on her right butt cheek. “You might want to try a phone instead,” Ingrid said as she pulled her phone out of her purse and turned it on. The phone started where it was left off, on a social media account she maintained under her full name, which featured a pinned post about her trip to Santolina featuring a picture she had taken together earlier in the year alongside Emma, Caitlin, and her other friends.

“You’re all so good looking…” Charles observed as he began to gently wiggle her butt cheek.

Ingrid deftly navigated to Google and searched for the Twisted Zebra, and let out an abrupt gasp when she saw the description.

“What is it?” Charles asked, knowing full well what had caught Ingrid off-guard.

“N-nothing…” she said, before elaborating, “well, it says here it’s a famous hookup spot for interracial couples.”

“What’s the matter, never been with a black guy before?” Charles pointedly asked, with just the right amount of offense showing in his voice to make Ingrid nervous and defensive but not enough to make her seek help.

“I haven’t been with a white one either,” Ingrid blurted out, “at least not as a fling. I don’t do that.”

“Alright, you can keep ‘not doing that’ if you want, but I’m going to take my black ass over there. If you want to join me, I might even let you. Looks like the shortest path is through this alley and down the street. I’m going to do just that, unless you’re scared to be with a black man in an alley or something.”

As Charles walked off, he hid his grin. He found what makes Ingrid tick, he learned her name, and he learned where he can find her if she doesn’t take the bait. His satisfaction may be a bit delayed, but he felt confident that he would turn her into a **** some day.

(Link to board: https://lichess.org/editor/rnb1kbnr/pp1p2pp/q1p1p3/5p2/P1PP4/5N2/1P1BPPPP/RN1QKB1R_wKQkq-_0_1?color=white))