She doesn't miss his suggestive smirk, nor does she miss the look of lust on his face. Sure, Tyranis is immaculately beautiful, but she is equally so. Aware of this truth, her dark lips melt into a soft, sultry smile and she bats her lashes slowly. She turns her body, displaying the sharpness of her hips and the curve of her spine.
Leera does not percieve herself as a lustful creature, but this is her chance. At least, it may be. She's drawn to power, strength, honor, all of such she sees in Tyranis -- even in the brevity of their encounter. "A shame," she replies, but the desire still flickers in her eyes. So, he does not have everything... but if there is something that he wants from her she'd be more than willing to provide. "Come closer, Tyranis. Tell me what you do not have." It's a command now, and she watches him with a sharpness, blood rushing through her veins.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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