Her door opened admitting the flustered steward. One glance in her direction would quickly send his gaze skittering desperately the other way.
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Aolani barely glanced up at the interruption, carefully painting the carmine stained cream across her lips. Normally she refused to use make-up of any kind for her own beauty needed little enhancement. But she needed to look human for tonight?s encounter. The ongoing game with the ever-fascinatingly innocent, Iankul, dictated that she play by his rules. His code was her nemesis. But the challenge of it was what kept her returning for more.
She?d look up from her pursed lips in the mirror, ?is the tiara too much??
The steward allowed his gaze to return to her delectable form with a gut-clenching fear. ?You are exquisite, Mistress, with or without it.?
His response would irritate. She had no doubt of the exquisite perfection of her form, one does not possess the heated blood of a succubus and the immortal beauty of a Siren without looking attractive. But this RhyDin was filled with women of all races whose beauty rivaled and contrasted each other?s with relative ease. A bevy of beauties, really. All gorgeous and self-assured. Her question had not been about her, but about the accessory.
Green eyes flared with intensity as she considered the possibility of replacing her steward for another. She would take him swimming. Naked. In the mere in the Southern Glen. She would slake her hunger in a lustful play upon his body and then let Zansanette slake her own hungry desires.
Appeased, she turned to contemplate herself in the mirror. Crimson. Tonight it must be the vision of red that challenged.
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Aolani barely glanced up at the interruption, carefully painting the carmine stained cream across her lips. Normally she refused to use make-up of any kind for her own beauty needed little enhancement. But she needed to look human for tonight?s encounter. The ongoing game with the ever-fascinatingly innocent, Iankul, dictated that she play by his rules. His code was her nemesis. But the challenge of it was what kept her returning for more.
She?d look up from her pursed lips in the mirror, ?is the tiara too much??
The steward allowed his gaze to return to her delectable form with a gut-clenching fear. ?You are exquisite, Mistress, with or without it.?
His response would irritate. She had no doubt of the exquisite perfection of her form, one does not possess the heated blood of a succubus and the immortal beauty of a Siren without looking attractive. But this RhyDin was filled with women of all races whose beauty rivaled and contrasted each other?s with relative ease. A bevy of beauties, really. All gorgeous and self-assured. Her question had not been about her, but about the accessory.
Green eyes flared with intensity as she considered the possibility of replacing her steward for another. She would take him swimming. Naked. In the mere in the Southern Glen. She would slake her hunger in a lustful play upon his body and then let Zansanette slake her own hungry desires.
Appeased, she turned to contemplate herself in the mirror. Crimson. Tonight it must be the vision of red that challenged.
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