So you're a Sorceress ?
"I suppose so, yes"

How does that work ?
"It just...does"

I mean the whole magic thing
"I don't know, I've always been able to"

But how do you make it work ?
"You know the Laws of Nature and what the gnomes call physics ?"

Yes...
*shrugs* "Fuck 'em......that's sorcery."


No taller than she needs to be
No heavier than she wants to be
You know that 'laws of nature' thing ?
Pass the coffee cake and shut up

If she meets a monster she can't set on fire, drown in acid, pull it's soul out through it's nose and feed to her familiar, or run enough voltage through it to make a dead parrot go 'VOOM', she'll either smack it with that big flaming sword she pulls out of nowhere or just quietly disappear into thin air and run like hell.

She gets tired of 'adjusting' the natural order of things sometimes and heads for the nearest nightclub to rest and maybe find some recreation.  She gets as horny as anybody else but she gets tired of pushy musclemen or oversexed dykes and dickgirls and usually prefers a quieter less overbearing boy to spend a little time with.

One that won't drag her by her hair or tell her how lucky she is to find him, one that's softer, smells better and is more likely to know when the good sales start.  

One that won't grab her head in the middle of the festivities and try to make her puke on his dick...because she will...lots.

One that's more her size and isn't trying to pass fast and hard off as knowing what she likes, playing wreck the bedframe can be fun once in a while but most times it just turns into "aren't you done yet ?"  

She'll even return the favor if asked, her favourite playtoy came with straps,