No, it is not about love -- anyone can see it. Leera gives a shake of the head to confirm her friend's assumption, but there is no sadness in it. The exchange that is shared between herself and the High Lord is a matter of business only, it is the same as if she had chosen to rent out the space in her uterus in return for something else. To Leera, it isn't sad. It isn't even upsetting. It's the way life works and she'll fuck a hundred kings if it means she'll taste the steps to the throne.
Leera assumes it's much the same to Nephthys.
Her best friend's next prying question is one that makes her lips curl up in mischeiviousness. Glittering pink eyes shoot a devilish glance to the woman as she leans closer, as if she is telling the secrets of the kingdom itself. "He's not bad," she starts, the end of her feline tail twitching. "But he's nothing to write home about. It took two nights to concieve -- he blamed it on my age and I blamed it on his seed going bad." She snickers into Nephthys' ginger fur. Being somewhat of a temptress herself, Leera knows her way around a man's bed, but sex isn't something she speaks about regularly. What is hidden is often times more rewarding when the time comes for it to be revealed. She snickers again, this time somehow more to herself, and stretches and leans back. "Tell me about Klein." Leera's dark, glistening lips remain pinned up in a laughing grin.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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