<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">House of Cadell<br/>Lady in Waiting</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130430235600/wiki-amistad/es/images/thumb/0/02/Scarlet_by_skipta-d5h1tgb.jpg/180px-Scarlet_by_skipta-d5h1tgb.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Lady Amena Aeide</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>Amena was surprised at Yakari's coughing and blush, fascinated that she could make him so frazzled. She wondered if it was really her or if it was simply a coincidence. But then he leaned down and whispered into her ear huskily, making her knees a bit weak,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000"> “But I am a lot better in removing those dresses, my lady, than in adjusting them. And if my hands come close to this flaming mane of yours, then it will be probably totally unruly afterwards...and sweaty.”</span></span></span>It was now her turn to blush and she hid her face in his shoulder.<br/><br/>She felt his hand make its way to her neck, soothing her with his soft touch. When she looked back up to him, he pulled her into a breathtaking kiss and she couldn't help but give a small whine of satisfaction. Yakari pulled away and looked at her with a heated gaze,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000">"I think we better start to make you up...or to make out."</span></span></span>Amena gave a gentle nod, unable to really speak as Yakari had riled her up so thoroughly. She took his hand and practically dragged him along to her room, quickly shutting the door behind them and locking it.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Will my lord please help me out of this dress, it is too wrinkled to keep on..."</span></span>she said as she brought a hand to her neck, letting it glide gently from her neck, to her collar bone, to her chest--she began to loosen the top of her dress some at the front. There wasn't much she could do with the front of the dress as it was only to help adjust for her chest, but it loosened the top some enough to reveal the teasing cleavage of her breasts.