Ladies Night!

Enyo’s ears twitched in interest at the soft, suggestive hums and moans of pleasure coming from her two new companions. Scylla’s playful smile and Daenerys’s sensual laughter only fueled the fire that smoldered in Enyo’s chest, a raw, primal desire simmering beneath her relaxed exterior. Her eyes sharp and hungry, lingered on them both. Taking in every curve and delicate detail. Her lips curled into a sly smile, and she couldn’t resist leaning in slightly, allowing her thick, velvety voice to slip into a more pronounced Greek accent. Intentionally seductive

"Scylla Klein," Enyo mused, a low chuckle rumbling from deep in her throat. "What a name. I can’t help but think of the legendary monster from old stories, the one that ensnared sailors and swallowed them whole." Her voice dripped with charm, her gaze locking with Scylla’s, a challenge glinting in those blue depths. "You do have that same dangerous allure. Makes me wonder what it’d feel like to be caught in your clutches." Her tone carried a flirtatious undercurrent, her voice like warm honey as she made the subtle comment.

If she tried, could she even fit all of Enyo? So tiny she was.

It was obvious what she was wanting. Enyo knew she could handle them both and more. In Cyprus, she was often the star of far larger debaucheries. Tireless. Her body was not just for the battles on the fields but for the ones in the bedroom. Endurance and strength, these things were great for a night full of fun. She was a tireless and ever-enduring lover. There was no need for her own physical satisfaction so long as she performed well.

Enyo’s attention then shifted to Daenerys, her focus drawn to the woman’s effeminate, graceful form and the way her crimson fur seemed to shimmer in the bubbling water. The red light of the setting sun danced across her supple frame, making her glow like a goddess risen from the depths.

"Ah, Daenerys," Enyo purred, her voice thick and teasing. "You sound far too relaxed over there. It’s almost sinful." Her grin widened, her gaze growing more intense as she traced the shape of Daenerys’s glowing horns and slender, maroon mask. Oh, the glowing vermilion fae was a vision of raw sensuality. The way the red fae moved, the way she seemed to melt into the embrace of the water. She watched the other woman float, the water cradling her like a lover, and her moans of relaxation sent a shiver down Enyo’s spine. Then the movement of her throat as she drank the brew that Scylla brought. It was irresistible. Exotic.

Enyo’s gaze lingered on Daenerys, drinking in the sight of her blissful, glowing form. She found herself imagining how Daenerys might sound under different circumstances, her playful laughter replaced by gasps of pleasure. Enyo’s smile grew more wicked, and she allowed her mind to wander. She wanted to devour them both, to taste every inch of their captivating forms. The thought was delicious and her desire simmered just below the surface.

The cup would be passed onto Enyo and she would drink it without doubt. By fun did she mean drugs? Enyo was no stranger to such things. She loved to party. To celebrate. To commune. Her existence was one of hedonism. Of drinking, drugs, brawls, violence, and parties.

The tension was thick, the air electric with flirtation and promise. Suddenly a piercing cry shattered the atmosphere. Foberos sliced through the air above, her shrill warning drawing Enyo’s eyes toward the thicket. Her entire demeanor changed in an instant. From the teasing huntress to a creature of raw power. Her body tensed and she rose from the water in one smooth motion, droplets cascading from her fur as she emerged. Muscles rippled beneath her dense coat, flexing and shifting in the crimson light as she stood tall and imposing, her massive frame casting a long shadow over the pool.

"Show yourself," she commanded, her voice a fierce growl that carried a clear warning. Her eyes burned with irritation, an icy fire that promised swift judgment. How dare someone lurk and watch them from the shadows? By her logic, if they hadn’t joined in openly and were skulking in the bushes, they were surely up to no good.

Enyo’s powerful stance and intense gaze were unwavering, her body radiating strength and dominance. Her predator’s instinct flared, every sense heightened, ready to confront whoever or whatever dared disturb this moment.

"SPEECH"