Mattias spent a good half an hour later simply lying on his bed, not doing anything in particularly. Though later on Viola appeared in front of him - she was wearing leather leggings as opposed to her usual leotard.

‘Good evening, Mattias’ she greeted, lying face down on his bed ‘I thought I would show a little less skin this time around, you know, you being such a prude and all’ Mattias looked stunned - his face was red.

‘I’m not a prude! I just… have standards!’

‘Oh, should I be a classy lady, then?’ Viola put on a posh sounding voice ‘I mean, whatever wets your whistle, my good fellow’ Mattias didn’t answer, he was gazing at her body. ‘Do I have a nice ass?’ Mattias gasped loudly and immediately stopped looking ‘Hahaha! You’re so silly. There’s no need to feel guilty. Just let it go. The female body is a beautiful thing’

‘You’re a succubus’ Viola was suddenly frowning

‘And? You’re not one of my marks, Mattias’

‘Your what?’

‘Ugh, are you that dense? One of my targets. You know, that fat bastard from that manor would be a good example’

‘Oh, right’

‘Anyway, I have a little proposition for you: there’s a tavern me and my pals all go to let loose. It’s in the underworld. Would you like to visit?’ Mattias didn’t answer ‘It sure as hell would be better than being in this dungeon, don’t you think?’

‘Well, yes, I suppose you’re right’ Viola chuckled

‘Aren’t I always? And we can have a lot of fun: we can drink, sing and do… other things. Heck, we could probably get a private room together’ she paused for a moment ‘Have you ever got drunk before?’

‘Uhhhh... no?’

‘Ugh, you’re such a bore! We have all sorts of wacky drinks in the underworld, you know, with magic and all that. But anyway, let’s get going!’

‘All right’ she opened a portal in front of her and dragged Mattias inside it. They were inside a sort of tavern with skeletons all over the tables and bars. Katrine was at the bar, she smiled as soon as she saw them.

‘Hey there, Mattias!’ she greeted, she then put a chair, rubbing the seat. Mattias went and sat down. ‘Nice to see you here, how are you doing?’ he sighed, and said:

‘I’ve been stuck in a dungeon. Viola here said it’s better to be here than being stuck there’

‘Indeed!’ Katrine was smiling at him ‘Has she been flirting with you?’ Mattias gasped, his face went red again. ‘I’ll take that as a yes. She is single, you know’ Viola was smiling at him.

‘Really?’

‘Yes, Mattias’ she answered ‘Because I’m a succubus, no one wants to date me. Every guy I say that to hates me in an instant’

‘Oh, I’m sorry to hear that’

‘I’m single, too’ said Katrine

‘You didn’t have to tell him that!’ groaned Viola.

‘I’m single by choice. Guys don’t interest me’

‘Pffft, liar’ said Viola, who was sitting next to her.

‘Why’s this so hard to explain? I mean, are you into girls?’

‘Uhhh, no?’

‘There you go, then. That’s how I feel about guys. It’s that simple’ she then looked at Mattias, who looked confused ‘And before you ask, no, I’m not into girls, either. Being single, and learning to love yourself can be an amazing thing’ Viola just chuckled.

‘Someone’s in denial, it seems…’

‘I’m NOT in denial!’ she then looked at the barkeep, which was a skeleton ‘Hey, can I get a glass of wine, please?’ the skeleton did so immediately ‘Actually, I would like two!’ Viola was also looking at the skeleton. After Katrine was given two glasses of wine, she said:

‘I would like a beer. A nice big flask of it, too’ she was given a big tankard of beer almost immediately.

‘Don’t you have to pay for this?’ asked Mattias.

‘Nope. Money’s not a thing in the underworld. You’re welcome to order some booze right now, if you feel like it’ Mattias didn’t say anything. ‘You think you’re too young to drink, don’t you?’

‘Well, maybe I am. My mother would kill me if she saw me drinking’

‘Awww, how cute’ Katrine was smiling at him.

‘It’s nice to know you respect your mother in that way’ she said ‘Mind you I’m sure she wouldn’t have a problem with you doing it once you get older’

‘And as long as you don’t become totally sloshed everyday!’ added Viola ‘I mean, let’s be real hear, a drunk assassin’s a pretty shitty assassin!’

‘Well, that goes without saying!