Sass in Moderation

Rœkia felt the heat of pleasure stir in her gut at she watched the other woman assessing the situation. The displeasure, the disgust and dare she think it but perhaps even a tinge of fear. It was the fear Rœkia enjoyed. Even the strongest, most talented of warriors could be reduced to a writhing, sopping mass given the right poison and fear was as close to respect as she'd ever gotten in her life and as close as she imagined she ever would get.

"Of course, I won't trouble you any longer. Do have a good day." Grinning in her sweet and sickly way she'd gather up the boneset in her jaws and switfly exit the territory with a prance in her step. Pleased as punch her little white lies, her delicately laid little con managed to get her out of a potentially sticky situation.

-exit-

"Speech"