A low groan arose from within the confines of a dark, damp space.
The Western King of the Four Heavenly Kings opened his eyes slowly. What greeted him was a stone floor, slick with moisture, and a crackling torch mounted on the opposing wall.
He shifted his body from it's uncomfortable position, only to realize his divine form was bound in chains of ice.
"I won. You owe me a bite, babe."
"Curses... Here, open."
The West king strained his head to look toward the sound of two feminine voices.
Sitting at a small wooden table by the door were two women who terrified him to his very core. Even if they were currently sharing a platter of sashimi over candles and roses...
*In Mandarin Chinese* "This... What is this?"
Sif opened her mouth to allow her wife to insert a piece of sliced fish onto her tongue. "It's a date, numbnuts. Sometimes you gotta get things in while you can. It's a part of keeping marriage fresh."
