The door creaked slightly as it was swung slowly open. The merest touch was all it needed to get going. Rama Avatar saw three shapes at that door—two men and a woman. But only the woman stepped through the doorway as the two men closed the door behind her.
“Mr. Brar,” the woman says in a soft, sultry voice, “do you remember me?”
Rama looked up at the mention of his alias, Rajinder Brar, and found that he was blind in his right eye. It was nothing—he could tell from experience it was just a split eyebrow—but it factored in to his current situation. It was a disadvantage he would have to overcome. This woman was another.
She waited for a moment, but Rama said nothing. He could sense the pheromones from here. She positively reeked of them. Finally, she pulled up another chair and sat across from the Swordsman.
“Rajinder Brar, is it?” She smiled. “Please, call me Madeleine. Madeleine Kasoulos.”
His memory was slowly returning as brief flashes of memory the longer she remained in his presence. And he didn't want her ever to leave his presence. He knew it was just an effect of her power over him, though. His body shot endorphines into the pleasure centers of his brain with every breath he took while near her.
“You're quite a remarkable man, Rajinder,” she said. “I do hope you don't mind if I call you Rajinder—I dislike formalities amongst friends.”
Rama glowered at her.
“Oh, don't give me that look, Rajinder,” she said, laughing. “You enjoyed it just as much as I did, possibly more.”
A memory of the smell of her hair, the soft flesh of her breasts, the taste of the natural lubrication between her legs... He shook his head to snap himself out of it. She was closer to him now. The pain from his wounds was almost completely obscured by the pleasure he felt.
“Yes, that's it, Rajinder. You remember me now, and all the fun we had.”
He remembered being in the casino for some reason or another. He was looking for something, or someone, he couldn't recall. He had found her instead. Or had he been looking for her all along? He hadn't cared one way or another. Whatever he'd been looking for, it couldn't have been that important. Madeleine was face to face with him now, sitting on his lap, her legs spread open. The pheromone power she had over him was irresistable.
She began kissing his neck, moving up to his ear. She lightly licked his earlobe and softly bit into it, and whispered, “They're going to hurt me if I don't find out why you're here. Worse, they could deliver me into the hands of Avant-Garde.”
Madeleine pulled back and giggled. “Mr. Brar! You're a very naughty boy.”
She pulled closer to him and continued whispering, “Just play along. I'll find a way to get both of us out of here.”
Rama Avatar muttered, “Anything you wish.”
“Now that's what I like to hear,” said Madeleine Kasoulos, the metahuman known in Avant-Garde law enforcement files as Medusa Lass.
