As the silver queen left the scene, the pale dame could not help but to gaze back at the russet brute with appaloosa spots. Her cyan eyes only spoke of cheerfulness as she spoke, velveteen ears swiveled toward the brute. "Thank you for the fight. I haven't fought and..." Once again, feeling for words, the dame continued. "Enjoyed myself, like that for a long time. I am honored to begin training along you and the other Elysium members, even if I am a prisoner under my own will." White ivories flashed in the darkness in a sly and seductive grin before the pale woman disappeared into the night, not a trace but her scent on the breeze remaining.
