01-17-2020, 12:06 AM
Quote:Spinyl,
Please come to my private suite in the Sanitorium Ward this evening. The blistering heat of Sayaad can be punishing to even the most hardy of demons, and the subterranean levels of the resort are much cooler for our esteemed guest.
I need not remind you to wear your finest, both inside and out. The Terminus Butcher is not an individual whose time one should ever aim to waste.
He is set to arrive when the suns are at their zenith. Walk with confidence and poise as you ever do and I have no doubt he will be charmed beyond measure.
I shall see you there, Sweetling.
~N~
"A pleasure as ever to have such an esteemed guest, my lord," Nerezza said. She wore a long black dress with liberal slits and a neckline that dove far past her navel. The fringes and accents of the skirt that danced around her hooves was licked with fiery red that matched her hair, and her bodice flared with the same shimmering material that reflected to infernal glow of her eyes. The front and back of the dress were connected superficially with small strips of cloth that ran like thin lattice across her gray flesh.
"The pleasure is all mine, my Queen," Rakeesh responded in a cool, smooth voice dipped in the proper amount of flirtation when dealing with one such as Nerezza. "Few are those granted to privilege of meeting such a magnificent woman such as yourself, and fewer still would be invited to their own home, let alone upon the seldom-seen jewel of your homeworld." The eredar wore a deep blue toga that left the right half of his chest bare. The metal epaullets and tassels were black and deep crimson.
Nerezza chuckled, reclining back on a long, comfortable cushion, swirling a glass of wine before bringing it to her black lips. "You learned well the skills of flattery, my lord." The edge of her mouth curled into a smile. "One of many things you gleaned from Lord Kil'jaeden, I wager?"
"Quite," he said. "Many things indeed." Rakeesh returned the grin. "Some things only a fool would dare repeat."
Nerezza shifted, leaning on her side. She raised a brow and inclined her head towards her guest. "Is that so," she said, the black silk cloth slipping from her thigh as her barbed tail flicked with curiosity. "And tell me, dear Rakeesh... are you a fool?"
Rakeesh's eyes flickered shamelessly down the length of the sayaad's elegant form before returning to her crimson eyes. "That depends on the rumors you choose to believe, my dear," he said.
"My sweetling will be along soon... but not too soon that we may not be able discover just how many of the rumors are true, yes?"
"Perhaps we shall, my Queen. Perhaps."
Both demons smiled, their fangs bared, as they raised their glasses in unison and let the twisted drink slip down their throats.