Aunrae smiled, as she listened to Vorn speak of his Matron and the one, his sister, who would usurp. It wasn’t unheard of. It wasn’t uncommon even. If you got caught, that was when you got into trouble. But if you were smart, that wouldn’t happen. She understood the treachery a family could do to its own.<br/><br/>She nearly stopped breathing when his hand was placed over her heart, a sharp tang of pleasure striking through her to the core. What in Lolth’s web? She wasn’t turned by a mere touch. Let alone excited. She nibbled her lip, watching as he continued to prattle on and on about alliances. Oh she’d stick to him. In more way than one in fact. Even betting his life. She narrowed her eyes. A males’ life was nearly worthless, and yet, this male had much worth to him. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">You speak so sure of yourself…</span>” she muttered, licking her lips again as they walked.<br/><br/>Aunrae stared in wonder at the mass of calcified spider silk, having stopped breathing over the beauty. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Truly she must, Divine Goddess…</span>” she raised her hands in supplication, dipping her head in respect. When Vorn continued towards its center, Aunrae kept pace, slipping inside of the structure at his behest. She ran a tongue over her teeth, over her canine. Since when did she follow orders? She cast a glance at the drow male, praying to Lolth. Her own body tingled, with excitement and something else.<br/><br/>The writhing caught her eye, a Cloak? She picked the piece up, the shadows licking around her hand and making it disappear. She smirked, and wrapped the cloak about her shoulders, watching as the rest of her body disappeared. She narrowed her eyes at the male as he laughed. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">A little deranged…oh-</span>“. She stopped as he rattled off the lineage. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">House Melarn, and its fanatical rhetoric.</span>” She smiled. That’s where it was from.<br/><br/>She smiled, mischief playing in her eyes. Her hands worked to disassemble the armor she wore, pieces falling to the ground silently behind the cloak. She slowly approached the male, the armor revealed as she stepped past them. She finished by the time she stood in front of Vorn, fully nude behind the cloak of his ancestors. White hair hung in curls besides her face. She was prowling now, her shoulders tensed as she stood in front of the male. He was taller than her but not by more than an inch or so. It mattered not as she held quite a bit of strength yet.<br/><br/>Aunrae almost felt a tangible pull towards the male, as if something had been pulled taut between them, her breath hitching at the sensation. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">What?</span>” She groaned, another strike of excitement running through her body. She placed a hand on Vorns’ shoulder, to steady herself, and to feel the male all the while. The cloak parted to reveal a hint of bare belly and breast, darkened by the shadows of the cloak. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Did you feel that?</span>” she asked, looking up at him. Eyes glittering in wonder at the sensation.