Ikhulu namashumi amabili (120)

Melissa looked at the masked boy in disbelief before crouching down beside him and trying to squeeze herself into the small air vent on the second floor of the manor. Riley was no more pleased than her Northern friend. At least Melissa was petite and had a slender frame. Riley was far too blessed by the goddess to ever dream of fitting comfortably into an air vent. But apparently reality was accommodating, or the mysterious entity dressed in a boy's body got annoyed with her incessant nagging because the next thing she knew the vent was far wider and her womanly hips situated themselves quite nicely in the metal box. 

"What are we doing up here?" she questioned.