Whiskey In The Jar

The babe retreats from her position atop a rock, her weight shifting the rock slightly diagonal, which ultimately made it continue to fall sideways until her back paws clipped the top of its threshold and down it went. The crash barely startled the woman, instead all she did was chuckle with amusement, her bodice fishing toward the elegant male. "It's been a while since I've had female companionship." Raquel would coo, purring in seduction as a soft growl tickles her thorax. She was a seductress by nature, a trait she acquired from her dear father, Magnus. The day you bite into her forbidden fruit is the day you'll succumb to the darkness and thus you are rightfully hers. In her past, Raquel was known to purchase sex slaves or slaves in general. In her old realm, the most powerful families would use others for sex which ultimately labeled them their slaves. In their culture, things were strange and rare than what these realms had to offer.

"The Names Raquel Dae Diabolus."

Raquel slithers up next to the nameless woman, leaning a little closer to whisper in her delicate ear. "Are you going to tell me your name pulchra[beautiful], or are you just going to keep me guessing." Her nose pressed gently into her cheek, before she moves away once again, clearly teasing her. Being a tease is what Raquel was rather known for back in her realm.

"Speaking"