The warmth of the alcohol spreads through her body, easing her mind. There's been quite a lot plaguing her -- but perhaps the most crucial of them all is the the fact that it has been some time since her and Tyranis' mating and yet her body shows no symptoms of pregnancy.
"Enjoying yourself, Sister Leera?" Pink eyes slide slowly open and they darken when they fall upon the male. "More or less," she crones in answer, moving to sit up so that she can see him more clearly. Looking at him now, it's easy to see he's displeased. Immediately, her expression hardens and she knows she must face the problem head on. "You're unhappy." It's a simple observation, said with hardly any conviction. She watches his yellowed orbs steadily, tail flicking and curling like a cobra.
She's only slightly buzzed; Tyranis has appeared before any real effects take place. Even still, the release of the grip of her always-working mind has made her somewhat careless. "Well, Tyranis, I am unhappy, too. I am not with child." Regardless of the deals she's made with Tyranis, she wants the children, too. She's a mother at heart, and she's ready to be that part of herself again, no matter whose they are.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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