DANCE WITH THE DEVIL
07-08-2013, 05:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-08-2013, 06:00 PM by Medusa i.)
She was not alone for all that long, at least it didn?t seem like long. Moonlight-colored eyes set upon a man, one whom she didn?t know and who didn?t smell like any packs. Well that?s relaxing she thought as she observed him, the look on her face somewhat hungry. It had been too long since she?d last had a conquest, and Medusa yearned for one. After a moment she had decided; the Madame would have him for tonight. She would pull him in if he was unwilling, although the way he looked at her and the words he spoke made her doubt that he needed any convincing at all.
His words brought musical laughter to her lips. A flatterer. She noted this about him, wondering if she could label him as lecher or charmer or a bit of both. His words confused her, but she realized that he probably wasn?t speaking of the pack in these lands. Why would he have to die to go there? "What bold words fall from your lips. One might believe you?re trying to charm me," she purred, making no secret of the way her eyes roamed over his figure, eating him alive. "A decent lady would scoff and turn you away," she mused, as if she were contemplating the very thing.
"Lucky for you, there are no decent women here. Tell me, my sweet, what shall I call you?" she inquired. She would not offer her name first, instead listening for his in curiosity. She wanted to know what sort of man she kept in her company, what sort of background he came from, and what sort of things he wanted to do to her.
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