Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach

It was with a smile that the demonic goddess led him into the wider, subterranean mausoleum; fully aware of what kind of pain the masked jester was in to follow her. It was something of a signature of hers when dealing with particularly annoying enemies. To think of the pink man's injury now made her smile, she would wager that every step he took pained him, burned in such horrible ways that they could be mistaken for pleasure. Lurid had only ever let herself get close to the edge once, and only once. It was a vow she made with herself to wait until she had her pack settled and her empire up and going. There was a change coming, though, Lurid could feel it in her bones, and the thought gave her chills. Those ivory brindle ears had accidentally turned the dark stranger out, but the nearing footfalls reached them as he reached out.

Lurid eyed the stranger just before he made his bold move to touch her before she ever announced her intentions with him. If he thought her to be another simple Jezebelle to simply stand for any wolf, he was about to meet a fate far worse than death. Her white and lavender holographic gaze locked onto the abysmal black jet of his own, a snarl forming on her delicate and painfully beautiful face. Just as his lips graced the crystalline tips of her fur, Lurid snapped her head around like a flash of white lightning and spun her bodice to follow. Moon touched lips curled in her displeasure, revealing deadly sharp and well cared for canines that had no doubt killed more wolves than he had. A deep, guttural, duo-toned growl that was hellish to behold emanated from within her chest, reverberating in the cavernous room. Her teeth clacked just shy of the painted man's face, a warning, a threat, a deadly promise. "Do not touch me without my consent!" She spat the words at him, on a growl, as there was no need to raise her voice.

The moonshine empress did not want to harm a potential follower, so she made her point clear. Planting her tempting haunches firmly on the ground beneath her, she sheathed her fangs and returned her glistening hackles to their relaxed position slowly. Making sure to clear her throat as she regained her composure. Acting as though he hadn't just attempted to mount her like she was a common brothel worker, Lurid looked at the man with a softer gaze. "Forgive me if I made you think otherwise, but I don't think you are even in a state to be attempting anything." She was unafraid of his reaction to her earlier outburst, instead, she made it seem as though she was rash for his sake. Curling her tail about her feet, she gave him a look that said she would defend herself if it was necessary, but he was already at a disadvantage.