<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: deepskyblue">"Nrrrrrr..."</span></span><br/><br/>Reptilian eyes returned to peer at Alice, the Lamia relaxing after a brief moment despite how the little scene had riled her up. Confident calm return to her, though some of that angry tension lingered in her tone and words. All while she moved one of the hands Alice did not touch, summoning a hovering glyph in the air next to them where it hung faintly glowing. It would be impossible to divine the meaning of that ephemeral sigil, it shifted and changed in a way that made it obvious that it wasn't bound by the traditional four dimensions people were used to.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: deepskyblue">"They are distractions, and lucky that you are their mistress, miss Alaigna, and not I. Not too long ago I would've unleashed my wrath at such an overt display of disrespect, I utterly loathe being interrupted." </span></span>There was something dangerous in Siren's eyes while she stroked the Aurumilia's cheek and continued speaking.<span style="color: deepskyblue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"The Agent's just there to notify me if you do anything... untoward... with your touch. Don't worry, while I could neutralize that sting of yours completely, that'd hardly be fun, no? I want our <i>real fun</i> to last a while, because, my sweet Alice, I'm going to introduce you to tastes and chemicals out of this universe."</span></span>A mad grin was spread on the Lamia's lips, combined with her widened eyes the serpent's sociopathic and sadistic nature was once more hinted at. Then again, she also exuded an aura of raw power and confidence, and something was up with those bracers. Even if she was insane and foolish, she surely was not a force to be underestimated.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: deepskyblue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"It is a surprise that you met my kind before... descendants of outcasts and criminals perhaps, fleeing through a void-hole to the safety of this other realm? It matters little."</span></span>The Lamia shrugs to herself, reaching out with her tail and robbing Alice of the coil she was standing on, leaving the Aurmilia to be held aloft by the Lamia alone once more, not that she even dropped an inch after her support was taken. She coiled her tail around the Drinks Tray girl, pulling her closer with a rough jerk, much to the surprise of the remaining servant in charge of the dark skinned woman. Holding up Alice with her lower set of arms, Myarlothe stroked Alaigna's cheek affectionately with one of her free hands, the other dragging a nail sharply over ebony flesh, dark crimson blood rising from the scratch.<br/><br/>Gathering those red drops, Siren tasted those drops, murring slightly while her tail grabbed a bottle from one of the handlebars, handing it over to the Lamia's waiting hand. The serpent watching Alice carefully, each word carefully measured and wielded like a scalpel.<span style="color: deepskyblue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"You're a show-woman, are you not, miss Alaigna? Your performance back at the bar told me so much. I admit, I'm quite receptive to the entertaining of captivated audience as well. If only I had access to my usual array of tools, I could conjure the most magnificent of screams from a girl like this, for hours I'd enrapture an audience until her sobbing and screams are drowned by the noise of the crowd's applause..."</span></span>Popping the bottle of dry, white wine open, Myarlothe smiled wide to herself in amusement of some past memory. Extending her fingers towards the Aurumulia, she offered them to Alice to lick clean, the nails and tips drenched in the ebony beauty's blood.<br/><br/><span style="color: deepskyblue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"So what do you say, my dear sweet Alice, about a show with the two of us for your ever-loyal patrons? The brothel-mistress and the Siren... <i>the queen of wicked debauchery and the <b>Goddess!</b></i> Shall we grace your hungry supplicants with the beauty that is a hate so passionate it can only be consumated with <i>sex and blood?!</i>"</span></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>