"Ohh," Nadra said as more people joined the little group they had forming. She turned to face directly at the rogue, stared for a brief moment, and then did the same for the priestess. She kept glancing at everyone while slowly taking steps around to stay noticable, to make herself more comfortable among the strangers.<br/><br/>Nadra exhaled. Her breath trembled, and her eyes brightened. Then she licked her lips and slid her hand slowly along the bare skin of her right thigh.<br/><br/>"The mistress needs..." she began and now there was clear excitement in her voice as she raised it even further, "The mistress wants to<i>FU—</i>"<br/><br/>"<i>Nadra!</i>" the warlock's sharp whisper interrupted her. The demon began into a crazed laughter while a spell banished most of her out of this world. They could still see her transparent shape standing on the street, but her voice became mute, and the rude gestures she was trying to pull off were too blurry to be properly distinguished.<br/><br/>"Forgive me," the warlock whispered in a difficult dialect of Gutterspeak. She had trouble with most of the phonetics. "She sometimes gets like this in groups."<br/><br/>Lady Fourneaux walked closer to the group, but not too close, and remained concealed within her loose black robe.<br/><br/>"What I need... is excitement," she said, "I have yet to find any in this forsaken place." She went quiet for a while, staring at the banished seductress. "Under these robes, there's not much of<i>me</i>left to excite. I journey and experience... life, through her. There isn't much of that around here either, mmh?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>