*Some time later*
Reave sits on the ground bound to a barrel of wine in the cellar of what used to be a popular eatery for the moderately affluent. Barrels of various alcohols have been moved to the edges with minimal effort from Serana. Reave is, as of yet, unhurt. Wilhelm stands a few feet in front of her, looking down with a very relaxed, even blasé, expression.
"Well Reave, what's GB's big evil plan you were so eager to tell us about back at the car?" He smiles and crouches down right in front of her, bringing their faces very close together.
"Unless of course you're interested in a different kind of fun." A small knife running along her neckline illustrates his point.
"I've found witches tend to be a rather masochistic bunch, and I'm happy to oblige.
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