Things with Cain were usually measured and controlled, at least in public. Her mistress always had a plan and when that planned there was a never-ending supply of backup plans all as calculated as the last. When the small, slender woman had felt her hand be taken up and dropped into her blue haired paramour's lap she'd felt safe, she felt like Cain was in control. The hand on the back of her neck further reinforced the feeling, so much so that the violet eyed lass saw fit to close her eyes and lean into the possessive gesture of affection while the hand in Cain's lap got to work slowly squeezing and stroking the<b>/very/ </b>expensive toy hidden within the crotch of her pants. Newfound company went ignored and Li Li even remained silent as the two women traded verbal barbs with the ease and grace of fencers. Even though she didn't speak Li Li did at least offer the laughs expected of her. The raven haired woman's every action was one designed to further inflate her owner's already ponderously large ego. Every caress of her finger against the collar of her shirt, every subtle shift and squeeze at the 'joystick' between the Ethonian's legs was calculated but all of that work priming her mate and fueling her dominance of the situation evaporated in front of her as soon as things escalated-- and they escalated quickly.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The explosion of the pleasure barge went entirely unnoticed to Cain's permanent piece of armcandy. Instead, she saw the familiar fringed head cutting through the sea of bar patrons like the fin of a shark. Her eyes widened as it drew closer and when it's owner finally parted the proverbial waters and settled in a seat next to the blue haired businesswoman Li Li nearly felt as if the room had suddenly had its artificial gravity turned off. Those words, cloying with artificial sweetness and tasting bitterly of barely concealed venom, sent her stomach doing flips. Her throat constricted, vision swam and as the beautiful alien woman addressed her all the woman could do was... nod. The tail of her top knot bobbed with her head and the silvery hoops in her ears followed along. Her mind spun, her blood pressure spiked and an awkward warmth filled Li Li's chest just like Toshi dominated her view. The sight of her brought back so many memories and for a psion with the mental strength of her own, they were incredibly vivid. Just as they'd happened this morning she could remember the familiar caress of two women she'd called mistress. She could recall night's spent locked away where the elegant black choker around her neck meant nothing and passion ruled. Together they'd been so strangely whole, or at least she'd thought as much.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The memories that chased those bitter-sweet ones were not so deceptively sweet. Just as she could remember Toshi's touch, Li Li could recall the news of her death with terrifying detail. In her mind the image of a tormented and drunken Cain surfaced and it was enough to spark the beginnings of anger. That ember gave way to a roaring fire in the pit of her stomach. The emotion clawed at the walls of her stomach like a beast, threatening to turn her inside out. All the while her eyes shot wide open, her violet pupils emitting the faintest glow as psychic energy began to ebb and flow. Li Li wanted to destroy Toshi, to finish the job, to draw it out and make the alien woman she'd once called mistress suffer just as her paramour had but she couldn't bring herself to do it.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>As valiantly as she held herself back however, failure came in the form of all the latent energy pooled in her mind. The dam broke only moments after the aritifical intellect used the arm of her chassis to slam the liquor bottle between them, as if the sound had somehow triggered the episode. Immediately a splitting sensation beset her head and her already bleary vision was no longer so just because of tears she could barely restrain. Her eyes lost their subtle glow a few moments following and the slender bodied woman began to sway erratically in her chair.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #0000ff">“Faint...fee-”</span><br/><br/><br/><br/>An unsteady hand rose up to wipe at the space just below her nose as she spoke. The fingers came back wet and sticky with blood-- her own blood. A thin line of the crimson fluid ran down along her face and followed the curve of her lips until it dripped from her chin and hit the table's surface. More followed until the stream became alarmingly consistent. The woman nearly spat as she tasted the familiar tang of iron in her mouth but before she could even speak again the blackness edging in at the corners of her vision finally rushed inward and with a dull thud she hit the floor, her elegant gown spread to reveal an indecent amount of leg and lacy undergarment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>