Horny Dangerpunk (KDA fanfic)

Horny-Dangerpunk

Akali rode until her body got used to the thrum of the bike between her legs, weaving between cars on the highways before returning to the city center and slowing to a more manageable—but still comparatively blistering—pace to enjoy the city views. Her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket as she was crossing a bridge, so she took a side street down to the waterway to check it.

Evelynn had sent a message instructing Akali to meet her at a fancy high-rise for dinner. Akali realized she'd lost track of time in the euphoria of her bike; the sun was approaching the horizon already. Mapping the location, Akali realized she was running late. If she obeyed the laws of the road, she'd never make it in time.

She patted the body of the Ducati affectionately, ready to take on the challenge. "Let's see what you can do, eh?"

The high-rise was near the beach, a curved knife of a building that jutted into the sky as it tapered. Akali parked her bike at the front, dismounting as a valet approached. She half wondered if she was in the right place, until the valet spoke.

"Miss Akali?" Akali nodded numbly, still in awe of the building she was about to enter. "Miss Evelynn is expecting you on the top floor."

Akali handed off her motorbike and walked up the steps, acutely aware with every step that this place was miles out of her league, her punk clothing clashing with the velvet carpets and marble columns. She was ushered into an elevator by another sharply-dressed staff member, who pressed the appropriate elevator button before Akali had the chance to get confused by the display.

The elevator opened into a low-lit restaurant, which became open to the air at the end as the high-rise tapered, letting in an ocean breeze while providing a massive window directly to the stars. The seating was sparse and very private, each booth hidden behind a gorgeous display of plants and stained wood. A murmur of voices confirmed the existence of other diners, but they were invisible.

Her eyes alighted on Evelynn who stood straight ahead, neatly framed by potted plants against the night sky. She leaned backwards on the railing, waiting. Akali crossed the floor to approach her.

"Judging by your smile, you've been enjoying your gift," Evelynn purred, stepping behind a nearby wooden screen. Akali followed, finding a private dining table for two. She sat when Evelynn pulled her chair out for her.

"I've tested out bikes before, but this is the most amazing thing I've ever ridden," Akali admitted.

Evelynn's eyebrow jumped. "We'll see about that."

Akali colored; she imagined her face was the same hue as the dark red bottle Evelynn casually uncorked with a lasher. She poured the crimson wine into their glasses, lasher disappearing behind her right as the waitstaff turned the corner.

A single candle was lit to the side, and menus were smoothly placed before each of them, choices outlined in bold calligraphy, even the paper higher-quality than restaurant standard. "I don't see any prices on these," Akali said, scanning her options. WIthout being able to see the prices, she was at risk of breaking one of her cardinal rules: if she was being treated to a meal she would divide the price range into three tiers, then choose something that straddled the line between the lowest and middling prices. That way her meal cost the least amount possible without drawing attention to the fact that she was trying to prevent large sums of money being spent on her.

"If you have to ask the price, then you don't belong here," Evelynn said, cleanly putting a hole in that plan. If the motorbike had been any indication, Akali should've guessed her normal schemes wouldn't work around her. "Choose anything you like, I guarantee it will impress."

Evelynn ordered a filet mignon with carefully braised vegetables, arranged around her plate in a minimalistic fashion. It suited her, small portion sizes all dressed to impress, each one likely just as rich in taste as their visuals suggested.