A Thorn In My Side

When the deeper vocals of the male reached her, she notice not only the loss of forefront thought, but that he held a deep lust within his golden eyes. This was a fire she was used to playing with, but she wasn't used to having the ghost of the one she loved dance before her. He almost morphed and took form beside the multi-toned male, shaking his head sadly at her. What would he do if he ever found out that she was presenting her tail to another? She giggled out loud, she found that those thoughts brought her excitement. Would a fight for her hand ensue?

Othello shook her cream head, her mouth parting into a wicked grin. "You seem smarter than I, for I never thought of that. Pray tell mister, what would you suggest I do?" She asked, that tail that captured all the brutes attention slowly swaying back and forth, teasing him with the motion. She did not miss those golden pools take in her curves. Violet eyes had done the same not too long ago, this was a game she knew all the rules to. Or so she thought.

She realized that his male was still a stranger to her, she did not know what his name was. Blinking, she tilted her head to the side, her black tainted face looking into his own. "I am afraid I do not know what to call you, sir. What is it that you go by?" Polite words those were, but the familiar burn for lust was there. While her flame was ignited by the images of something else, that didn't mean that she couldn't use this male as a pawn, a play-thing. Crucifix reused to commit to her, so there was no way that she should be feeling guilty. So her smile seemed to grow in ingenuity, a brief flash of her ivories displaying. She played her first hand, now would this being check, or fold?