Looking at all the artwork the Sphinx showed her, Somnambula had to pick her jaw up off the ground and remember to breathe. “You drew all these?”

“Most of them. That one I bribed a friend to do.” The Sphinx could well remember the torture she’d gone through for the picture of Somnambula in that particular position.

Composing herself, Somnambula could feel the raw awkwardness in the air and, though she didn’t want to add to it, she could admire the bravery it took the Sphinx to show her the fanart. “And now you want to try some of them?”

Sphinx’s eyes widened and her heart beat heavy. Before she knew what she was doing she was nodding her head. These were her fantasies and her hero was standing right before her. How could she do—do that with Somnambula?!

“Well, show me where that one was set and I think I can accommodate you. Well, not accommodate, but I think you know what I mean.” Somnambula followed the shocked (and nodding) Sphinx into the depths of the temple.