Kylar would slither between them, moving to circle the woman before pinning the tiny woman between them. He would comment nonchalantly. A smirk would lift her lips, even as the woman spoke. Sibelle. Ah so this was a friend of the russet whore. "Well dear, you won't be seeing her anytime soon." She would coo softly, aware that Meinx's imposing form was stepping closer. "Come now, so we can get your situated." She would smile before pivoting away from the tiny woman, her crown lifting to its normal position. She would not wait to see if she would follow, for Kylar stood behind her and there was no hope for escape, especially with Meinx lurking within just a few feet. The tiny woman had no choice but to follow.
