Tayuya stared. Halibel had kept her exploits that night under her hat, except to confirm that she had spent the night with someone. Halibel wasn't exactly Szayel, but she also wasn't secretive about her preferences.

Tayuya looked Fang over before asking, loudly, "Are you fucking serious?" This was her, was it?

Was there some rule written into the fabric of universe somewhere that declared that their respective parties couldn't meet without either fighting, or fucking?