A Steamy Summons

I swig the last of my cola, the fizzy tang burning down my throat with that weird Pandora aftertaste—half-sugar rush, half-engine grease. Ready to grab another from the mini-fridge when my comms ping, crisp and clear, lighting up the upper corner of my vision like a private show.

Moxxi.

It's a live image, clear as day. And… yeah… completely naked, showering. Steam curls around her like a lover's caress, water beading on her porcelain skin, trickling down the curves of her breasts; full, impossibly perky, nipples hardened to pink peaks by the heat or maybe just the thrill of the call. Her lips curve, wet hair slicked back, eyes playful as she leans in, one arm casually draped across the shower wall, the other out of sight but implying plenty.

"Vault Hunter," she purrs, voice like velvet soaked in bourbon, wrapping around my name like silk sheets. "Caught you at a bad time? Or… maybe just the right one?"

"Moxxi!" I cough, straightening up fast, a grin pulling across my face before I can stop it. I'm stammering now, heat creeping up my neck. Moxxi's always been sex appeal incarnate; stacked like a loaded deck, slim waist flaring into hips that could launch a thousand bad decisions, perfect pale skin glowing under the steam like forbidden fruit. "I, uh... didn't expect-"

She chuckles, the sound low and throaty, vibrating through the comms. "Don’t worry, sugar; it’s a closed channel. I’m in the shower, but business never sleeps… and neither do I, apparently." Her eyes narrow just enough to spark that dangerous, flirty undertone, lashes heavy with water droplets. She shifts slightly, steam parting to reveal more; water cascading down her cleavage, pooling off the dip of her collarbone before trailing lower, teasing the curve of her belly. "Though if you keep staring like that, I might have to charge admission."

I swallow hard, pulse kicking up as she plants a foot on a ledge; steam swirling thicker now, but not enough to hide the glimpse of her slick, shaved sex, glistening under the water, soap trailing down her thighs in slow, sudsy rivers. The way she angles her body; playful, deliberate; she's putting on a show just for me, every droplet a deliberate tease and she's reveling in it.

She runs a hand down her side, fingers grazing the edge of one breast, voice dropping an octave. "I need you to help me with a little mission. Nothing fancy, but I’d rather have your particular… talents… on hand." Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, eyes gleaming wicked. "Meet me up at the bar in five, Tiger. And don't keep a girl waiting… I might start without you."

And just like that, she pops off the feed; the image vanishing with a soft, teasing wink, comms cutting with a click that leaves the room feeling suddenly colder.

I lean back, grinning like an idiot, cock twitching at the memory of that steam-kissed skin. "Sanctuary’s full of surprises."

CashCrab chirps quietly, probably judging me as she scuttles off my wrist; she smells hidden loot in Sanctuary III. "Go get it, girl," I tell her as she hops happily into an air duct, 2K already depositing into my account with a satisfying ping. But I look out my windows; Moxxi's bar, and more, beckoning me like a siren's call.

Moxxi wants backup? Then I'm down.

I crack my neck and head for the bar.