Jin frowned slightly as they were poked in the chest by an arrogant imp. It actually hurt a little, being poked with those sharp and thin fingers. “Hey! Hands off the merchandise.” They folded their arms defensively across their chest. “You may have saved us, but this could easily be some kind of trap. I’m not convinced.” Turning their head to the side to address the two women, they spoke softly. “Keep your head on a swivel. Something about this place…” 

Indeed, even though it was pretty, it was also eerie. The sweat at the back of Jin’s neck had yet to dry, and there was no space to calm down. Inside, they were wondering just who this “Gloriousness” could be. Luckily the imp was a chatterbox, divulging info left and right. Either there were no secrets underground, or this thing couldn’t keep it’s mouth shut to save it’s life.

Jin was betting on the latter.

They let Harriette do the talking, inwardly ready to ask just where “down here” was. But they never got the chance. Subconsciously, Jin put their body in between the new cave opening and the women. 

The “Gloriousness” stepped out, and immediately set Jin’s senses blaring. This woman? –  Jin hated to assume –  was somehow wrong. The beauty was overwhelming, the confidence overbearing. Something inside Jin screamed for them to exit, as soon as possible. One didn’t survive on the street without gaining a good sense of danger, and dangerous people. Even if you couldn’t see the knife, it didn’t mean it wasn’t there.

Jin looked sideways to the two women, whose names they had yet to receive. The taller one looked like she was about to puke, or faint, or both. That was enough for Jin to step forward.

“Sorry, my groveling knee is out of whack today.” A viper’s grin. “You really are Glorious, aren’t you? But if I remember the rules, it’s more polite to introduce yourself first, ain’t it? So… who are you exactly? Does Her Gloriousness have an actual name?”