I WANNA BE THE OBJECT OF YOUR AFFECTION
10-16-2013, 12:48 PM
The business Miss Roe had been assigned with was vague: the protocol was loose, and the occasion seemingly casual. Yet she knew better, her clientele experience proved worthy of a medal, framed and glittering on display. She had adapted to the expectations of potential alliances, whether they be male or female, or - in this case - of the same species. She meticulously followed a routine to ensure that her clients were satisfied and willing to partake in Amenti's empire. Their loyalty to the matriarchy came second, though, as first they had to show a fervent passion to serve her. And if she couldn't convince them to fall on a knee, she would use force, as she had done so in the past. Karmen Roe had arrived in the Southern Lands by late afternoon, seeking the feline that wished to accompany her for the night. She had bathed in the Hot Springs before making her journey, leisurely sauntering through both sand and jungle to find the jaguar and assuage his demands. The Algoma Prairie was kind to her on her arrival - the plump, evasive sun bled into the sangria-wine sky, the rays of light tinting the layers of frost a colour similar to pomegranates. The sunset provided a moderate amount of warmth, sending shivers down the dip in Karmen's spine. As the frigid breeze tousled her honey-gold locks, she seated herself amongst the decaying foliage, curling her long tail along the curve of her hips. The princess waited, dainty and poise, impatient for her suitor to find her in his territory - she figured her presence would not go unnoticed for long, for her feminine fragrance would reach his palate and he would, hopefully, hunt her down. OOC: SORRY IT IS SO SHORT FORGIVE ME |