Harlequin Midnight

After a good while the harlequin woman got off from the chair, moving with a disjointed flow that could only be done by Mr. Fantastic or something not entirely human. The harlequin stood in front of the naked John, dissecting him with her ever-cheerful stare. John stared back, more worried than he wanted to show. Something about the quiet made him even more nervous than the shrill demonstration of just a minute ago had done. John gasped, suddenly. He felt her fingers, cool and clinical, around his manhood, gripping it in a tight fist. He was afraid about many things. "What-" "Shush." The harlequim said. Hand moving slowly up and down. John wanted to scream. "Don't you want to know who I am, and why Chaos itself sent me to keep an eye on you?"