“Why do you do it, Fiona?” Jack said, unable to stop himself from asking.
Fiona gave him a surprised look. “Is it so hard to figure out?”
Jack gazed at her, unable to put together the elegant lady who stood in front of him with the Fiona that Stella described as coming to her dungeon and having sessions with a broke cowboy.
Fiona said, “I spent a lot of time and effort turning myself into a lady. In Stella’s dungeon, I can let out the other part of me—to play.”
“Play?”
Fiona gave a wicked grin and said, “Play isn’t the best word. Let’s just say that I unleash the barbarian Huntress that burns within my soul and I revel with animalistic joy in her heathen antics as she subjects weaker creatures to her every whim.”