cruel intentions

Steam was a lovely thing. A blanket that shielded but couldn't be touched. The scent of sulfur, bubbling up from the earth below, aided in hiding ones own fragrance. Scylla was so very small, only her head remaining above the heated liquid of the pool. These three things came together perfectly, allowing the slate and cream woman to remain unseen, even to one so close as the brute that padded into the neighboring pool.

Mismatched eyes of blue and dark grey watched with mild interest as the obsidian man sank down into the healing waters of the spring. Well, she hadn't expected to have company today, though... did she really mind? He looked handsome enough. She'd bedded worse. Ah, but she wasn't ready for that sort of thing. Not just yet. Soon though.

Only recently Scylla had given birth. She'd played surrogate and got to enjoy quite a bit of nice fucking before popping out a trio of puppies which she'd quickly bundled off to their new parents. So long kids, see ya. Raising kids wasn't really her thing. Scylla was too selfish. Too... too many things not compatible with child rearing. For example... One of her first thoughts upon seeing the dark man enter her vicinity was whether or not she could and should stick a dart in him. The only thing that stopped her was that she wasn't sure if she could drag his big ass out of the spring. It would be a waste of sedative if he drowned. The stuff wasn't easy to make. Ah, well... it was his lucky day.

In the end, she decided to speak. Might as well since her mind had gotten a bit of juice. "Lovely day for a soak," the diminutive fae purred in husky, sultry tones. She made no move towards him, no gesture to give away her location. She simply watched from her resting place and wondered just how he would react.

"Scylla Klein"