“Oh my, so forward.” The red lady said with a smirk, she had crept to the foot of the throne, looking up at me with what I could only call lust. “But I suppose it can do no harm. Or it will, such things are not easy to foretell.” She placed a hand on my leg, and I suppressed a shiver. The touch felt possessive, dirty. “You may call me Ate. Keep it close, or you might lose it.” She smirked.