Hurry after her!

You hurry on down the dark book lined passageway in hot pursuit, emerging from the shadows into a brightly lit chamber, bright enough after the gloom of the rest of the library to make you squint.

Leaded glass windows that stretch from floor to ceiling line one wall of the room, glowing with the light of the sunset.. or maybe it's the sunrise, you've quite lost track of how long you've been wandering the Battle Fuck labyrinth. The rest of the walls are covered with the ubiquitous shelves, groaning under the weight of leather bound tomes. In front of the windows, silhouetted dramatically, stands Miss Parker, hands on hips, facing away from you.

"Well then," she says, casually, not bothering to turn around, "You're a quick one, aren't you? It's been a while since I had to deal with one of you myself... this should be interesting."

Still standing with her back to you, she reaches up and undoes the tight bun restraining her hair, and it cascades down her back in a flood of orange, glowing almost neon in the light from the windows. With one hand, she grabs hold of the waist of her sensible woolen skirt, and with a quick, efficient gesture and a sssssskkkt of unzipping Velcro, tears it off and flings it to one side.

Beneath the skirt she is naked, the tight freckled globes of her ass exposed and tempting, a perfect pale peach... ripe for the picking? She says nothing, moves not an inch, just stands there with her back to you, all flowing red hair and oh-so-**** looking ass... but there's no way it's going to be that easy.

Is it?