<span style="color: #a64dff">"You may be the law enforcer for your ruler, but you're still my mother and if there's one thing a succubus is good at it's manipulating emotions." </span>She looked back to Scholar and shook her head with a smile.<span style="color: #a64dff">"You're right, maybe I am an ignorant savage. But unlike you, I have the potential to learn and put what I learn into practice. You? You'll never amount to anything more than a sentient book. And like a book, you'll be tossed into a dusty room and forgotten about. I don't have to insult you, history won't remember you and I'll become something great. Or something terrible."</span>She sniffed the air and looked around for a moment.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Smell that? Smells like bullshit, your sister and I connected like Eternals are meant to do. Her love, our love, is genuine. You're just an envious little girl who wishes someone found you interesting enough to pursue. You're going to die alone, cold, and miserable while your sister will have a family, she'll have warmth and she'll live our her life to her fullest. So I'm extending an invitation to you; come to Azeroth and mingle with the mortals. Maybe you'll find someone, if Order can find love even someone as pathetic and fearful as you can."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"The floor is pretty cold, isn't it? Ashia, before we have sex we'll need The'kal to heat the floors for us, I won't be walking around pregnant and barefoot on cold floors." </span>She rolled her eyes and motioned to her ears.<span style="color: #8000ff">"These are good for more than just turning me on, I can hear you from across the house. I hear you when you sing, when you drop things in the kitchen, when you moan my name while masturbating... such a naughty girl, I might add, using my name instead of calling me Mistress when you think you're alone."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>