#ftf:nox

Megan had accepted the security, assuming it would soon blow over but instead she found herself with even more security around her when she had announced she wanted to go running.  Down on the ground floor of the tower and with three security guards flanking her Megan spotted Nox and ran over to him.  “You need to talk to  him,” she blurted out.  “This is ridiculous.  I want to run and suddenly I now I need three guards!  Tell him Sir please, nobody is interested in hurting me.”

As the door chimed Tru looked up to see which patron was entering, especially as she didn’t have anyone on her list.  Her face lit up when she saw who stepped through the threshold though.  “Is this pleasure or business?” she smiled and always eager to welcome the dominant to her place of work.

Tru sat down in the room and glanced around at the blank walls.  It made her sick to think of Nox, her guardian angel stuck in this place for something she had no doubt he was innocent of.  Her head jerked over to the door as he was led in and she stood to hug him but was quickly told to sit back down.  “Hello handsome,” she said with as much of a cheeky grin as she could manage.  “You know I’m not sure orange is really your color.”