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In the heart of Nova Diem stands the Dominion Headquarters, sometimes referred to as Dominion Tower. At 1012 meters (3320 feet) it is the tallest building in the world. Its construction was done entirely by Deviants using their various gifts – a point of pride and well known. The Headquarters is well guarded by some of the most powerful Dominion loyalist. The top floors are rooms reserved by the founders for whatever use they desire, the leader Ms. Snow naturally taking the penthouse. While there are several meeting rooms, one exists solely for the founders use. Only extremely important figures are invited and it is considered a great honour. Other amenities include gourmet kitchens and chiefs, state of the art work out rooms and personal trainers, a massive library and computer room all so work may be done more efficiently and without interruption. Many employed at the Headquarters seem to spend more time there then at home.

Her savior arrived soon enough, ready to liberate her from her boredom—her one, true nemesis. In fact, he even addressed how bored she appeared, or at least that he knew she preferred to keep herself occupied; there ain’t no rest for the wicked. He even made it easy on her by stealing the empty seat, one of two, beside the round table, turning the seat around and sitting on it backwards. Her first instinct was to pull the earbud from her ear, smiling as she spun the wire and wrapped it around her left hand, rising from her own seat to approach him. Her left index finger met the bottom of his throat, tracing his neck up to his chin, an oddly pleasurable sensation when the electricity that danced around her finger graced his skin. Her tone was come-hither as she gazed at him and replied, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me,” her index finger lightly tapped his nose, “you little devil, you.”

His lips and the unique sensation of electricity they brought was pleasurable in a way she couldn’t describe. Him and his lies, though she enjoyed them. Her tone came off as playful and crafty as she said, “Oh? Well, that’s too bad. I guess I’ll just have to leave my door unlocked for the next few minutes and loosen up all by myself…” It was an invitation, clearly; she wasn’t subtle, she didn’t care to be. Her soft fingers lightly touched his cheek before she began to make her departure, giving him a wink before transmuting her body into electricity and letting the circuitry take her where she needed to be. If he followed through on her invitation, he would find her room—particularly her bedroom—was empty, but not for long. He knew her better than that.

As soon as “Hells Bells” turned on, he would know their night had just begun. It wasn’t long before a stream of electricity formed into a woman in front of him and pushed him on his back onto the bed, quickly climbing over him with an animalistic, hungry gaze in her eyes, and a devious smirk on her lips. It began with the bells, then the guitar, then the drums, slow enough to pace them forward, progressively leading up to the words, describing the thundering and the hurricane, a foreshadowing of things to come. It didn’t matter who was where; that was only the first song of one long album. He was about to get Thunderstruck.

Her head was lying on her arms, which in turn were resting over his chest, her ankles gently swinging back and forth behind her. She loosened one arm, drawing small circles on his sternum with her left index finger. A soft chuckle escaped her lips at his words. “Maybe. It’s a little hard to hear over...all that,” she replied, alluding to how vocal they’d been for their little experience. Her drive was incredible, something to match his own; their powers gave them plenty of energy, which had its obvious benefits, but the downside was the frustration of not making the most of it with a majority of romantic partners, though this time was clearly different. “Don’t be a stranger,” she replied, a sort of open door gesture for him especially. After a wink, the woman shifted into lightning and disappeared from the room. Where she’d be was anyone’s guess, but she was a wild card that liked to wrap things up while giving him something to look forward to. He could thank his lucky scars if he needed something to remember her by, all twelve of them.