“Eros, I need your help.” Roger Beck said, as he looked into the eyes of the masked teenager sitting across from him.

“What kind of help?” Eros’ voice said from behind the balaclava. It was metallic.

“The woman kind.” Beck said frowning.

“What kind of girl do you want for your girlfriend?” Eros asked.

Roger laughed.

“Girlfriend? No I just want a fling.” Beck said.

Eros sat there in silence for a second and looked at his masked assistant. She wore a pink masquerade mask and her hair was up in twin ponytails.

“Psyche,” Eros asked her, “I thought you said this guy wanted a girlfriend.”

“That’s what he put on here, Eros.” Psyche said, checking her clipboard.

“I kind of fudged the truth,” Roger said, “I just wanted to see if you’d help me with a one night stand.”

Psyche looked at Roger with her mouth open in disbelief.

Then she looked at Eros.

Roger pulled out fifty dollars and threw it on the table.

“I’ll pay you this much.” Roger smiled.

Eros stood up and looked at Roger coldly behind his cloth mask, through the two eye holes.

“Psyche. Deal with this. I’m leaving.” The masked man said as he stood up. The masked student wore the same uniform Roger did. They were both members of Grindwall Private Academy.

“Right away Eros.” Psyche said. She wore a gaudy masquerade mask that shown more like plumage than anything. Behind it was her long blonde hair tied into a pony tail.

“Tch. Yeah right.” Roger said. “What’s she going to do, paint my nails in a shade that is just so not my color?” He added a valley girl accent to it.

Eros looked at him from behind the ski goggles and balaclava.

“I’m not the one to worry about. I bring her along as my muscle.” Eros said.

“Yeah right.” Roger said throwing a punch at Psyche.

For Psyche, it looked like it was coming in slow motion. In one fluid movement, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it. Then, locking his joints, she pinned him to the table.

“I’d apologize.” Eros said. “She can be very ruthless. With the slightest of twitches, your arm could be popped out of its little socket.”

“Screw both of you.” Roger said.

And with the slightest of twitches, Psyche popped his arm out of its little socket.

Eros and Psyche walked out, leaving a quivering asshole to deal with his arm.

Eros pulled off the ski goggles and balaclava. Under the Eros mask was Dane Valentine, a nerd who never so much as kissed a woman before.

Psyche took off the gaudy mask she wore and let loose her pony tail. Underneath Psyche’s devastating martial arts was the schools unofficial princess, Jane Kito.

“I’m tired of this Jane. These people aren’t worth helping find love.” Dane said as he threw down the balaclava and started to remove his gloves.

“But we’ve helped people find love before. It’s just sorting through the crap to get to the people worth helping.”

Dane threw her a contemptuous look as he put on his fake glasses.

“Jane, in that time I’ve been punched out three times, and you’ve broken three arms, four legs, seventeen fingers, and twelve noses.” Dane said, having memorized the numbers by heart. Hard to forget all that violence.

“Well I think a girl can both break hands and hearts thank you very much.” She pouted.

            “Really? And see, I’m just amazed you aren’t taken.” Dane said.

            She could never tell if he was joking.