Lips Are Movin'

The pale woman's little flame of a personality was such an amusing sight to the ivory Queen, little signs of annoyance escaping from the pearly white female every now and then, her ivory banner flicking high above her hips in frustration. "Oh, Little Red. Since we're going to be giving out names now, what is your's?" She would ask in a soft purr, a low rumble emerging from the demon's chest. "A pretty name to fit a pretty girl's face, don't you suppose?" She let out a chuckle, narrowing her eyes at the pale girl. "I'm Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov. Pleasure to.. Be in your presence, Miss Red," she would say in a hiss of lyrics, gaze of gold and amethyst crawling over Little Red's body.