Nope still not it

What a peculiar creature she was but if what she told her was true than it was not much of a surprise she acted and hold herself in such manner. Did she find her intimidating? Did she thought she was going to be attacked and maimed by the witch right this instand? Such thoughts amused the witch and she found a throaty purr rumbling from the pit of her throat as she allowed her twisted imagination to get the better part of her devious mind. She was pulled back into reality as the slave vocalizations graced the air to answer the witch question, which one she did not know yet it caused the smirk that consumed her acutely beautiful, exotic visage to elongate. She did not know what the mini expression that flashed the slave femme visage was nor what caused it but she wanted to see more. She wanted to play more and dissect her mind to find even more weaknesses under it. She wanted to pry inside of her for her own amusament. The witch manuvered easily about her scarred form, that surprisingly still hold her feminine beauty, with a sensual swagger, if allowed without interuptions her right shoulder would graze along the curvature of her scarred, brown physique without pressing too tightly against her, her touch barely lingering in a teasing manner. Once she had completed a semi-circle around the femme, she would halt at her side, the gap between them almost nonexistent. Are you running away from them, little one? she would hiss smoothly, a devious smirk that wouldput even the devil to shame landed upon her chiseled features. After a moment longer, the witch would break free, wondering back to face the woman with a victorious gleam to her violet eyes. This was all a game to her, entertainment to pass the time but maybe, just maybe, it will be proven fruitful.


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