Desperate Times

The female before her was striking, the mostly white dames tail was a contrasting ebony black. It was an interesting appearance and it seemed that the dame's hostile response to the regal dame would only add to the intrigue that Roman felt. 'What do you want?' The words were harsh, impatient- demanding an answer. Roman was unruffled, instead she let out a low chuckle at the apparent hostility. "What I want is irrelevant. What I'm seeking is no more than polite conversation." She replied smoothly, her tone easy as she spoke. "I abhor my lack of manners, I am Roman Armada Queen of Tortuga... and you are?" She inquired lightly. Her violet eyes danced over the women before her, taking in her appearance and demeanor. Her eyes would watch every muscle on the female, Roman wouldn't be stupid enough to be caught off guard by a total stranger. She was no fool- not anymore. She wondered if the dame would become more polite or if she would continue to be a foul creature.