The woman pulled at her white shift, and it cleared her head and drifted to the ground. White skin reflected celestial light: lithe and rather beautiful and angular where many women were rounded. She liked standing naked in the moonlight. It was like bathing.

This wouldn't be as fun without civilization collapsing around them. Not as exciting. The lake house was rather dank and quiet and decorated like the Goth bordello of a porcelain doll-fancier. The bed was comfortable, though.

And well-nigh unbreakable.

"We can pretend," she sang at him. "We can pretend we've destroyed it all."