You Can Call Me Queen Bee

A voice would distract her thoughts, the deep baritone of the boy would sing out to her, to the ivory babe. "I can charm anything, if I put my mind to it," she would say with a seductive purr, a smirk upon her lips. Sabre would slither off of her and slide down her leg, slithering up the male and hissing in his face. "Ssshe isss a Queen. Underssstand that, pretty boi?" He would bare his fangs at the male, oh so tempted to dig his venom into his neck for even showing his Queen the slightest bit of respect. Anzhelika wouldn't dare hold her little Sabre back, for he did as he pleased. The snake would slither himself down the male and back up the female, draping himself upon her ivory and creme colored neck. "Are you going to tell me your name, stranger? Or do I have to drag it out of you?" she would say with a low growl, sitting back upon her haunches as hips kissed the ground she was sitting upon. "You can call me Anzhelika. Or Queen, whichever you prefer," she would say with a flick of her tail, violet and golden dagger gaze watching him.
"Anzhelika's speech" "Sabre's words"