GENRE: Adult Secret
Jerril Menkaure crouched outside the locked door her brother had strictly ordered her to stay away from. Her goyle stood in front of her, ears flattened against his head and a ring of cast-iron keys clutched to his chest. In his hard, dark eyes, the reflection of candle flames flickered.
"Come on, G. Hand them over." Jerril's electric blue nail polish gave off little sparks as she reached for the keys.
The goyle spread his leathery wings and hopped backwards, letting out a string of harsh, staccato chirps.
"No, it's not a bad idea."
G's wings unfurled a little further. Careful, Jerril thought. She didn't want to upset him so much he flew off to some distant corner of the castle. "Nothing terrible happened when you used the keys to break me out of my bedroom, did it?"