Jade MiyazakiTonight
In Heat
Two in the morning, fifteen floors above the University District. The stream is over, the cat ears are still on, and Jade Miyazaki is in heat, the real thing. She can’t sit still, she can’t get comfortable, and she has spent the whole stream thinking about one thing. So she takes the lift down to the quiet man she finds there every night at three, the one who has never once tried to impress her, and tells him flat out. Tonight she’s in charge, and he does what he’s told. By morning the flattest voice in The Spire has learned to purr.
