She’d read the protocol – normal dress attire, no hugs unless you know someone really well, and just common courtesy and respect. It was a potluck so she played it safe and brought a Caesar salad. On second thought, she wondered if she should’ve brought soda instead. Maybe someone had an allergy to fish? Oh wait, maybe someone didn’t drink soda? Her mind was racing and she already felt dizzy. “You are green,” a female voice said behind her and Krista turned around. She was met with a Black woman with close-cropped red hair that was sculpted into a mini-Afro. The woman was full-figured but owned her sexuality and silently dared anyone to challenge her. “What’s your name, baby?” “Krista,” the woman stammered, “my name is Krista.” “Krista, Krista, Krista,” the woman repeated her name; each time the name became more seductive and thick with honey. “Pleasure to meet you, Krista. I’m Mistress Nikkia. Welcome to the Boundary. I take it this is your first munch?”
