A purr came to Myarlothe's lips when the 'drinks tray' that Alice has gestured for arrived, carted in by two comely servants. The head-covering red mask, the tight bodice, arms and legs bound, rendering the ebony beauty unable to do anything about the toy buzzing between her tighs, truly it was a delight for the eyes. The Aurumilia's den of debauchery had plenty of variety, but very little of the spice that the lamia craved aside from the occasional collar here and there. Siren's cultivated and likely spoiled tastes meant that a mere orgy, no matter the size, was just a dull and empty show unable to sate Siren's darker urges and hungers. The lamia's sadistic side showing as she slithered closer, one set of arms roughly pinching the bar cart's nipples through the corset while she retrieved the drink she felt most familiar with. A dry white wine, pressed from sun-basked grapes growing in mediterranean fields. Such a draught must've cost a fortune to import to the light-forsaken frigid hell that was Dystopia. To Myarlothe, it was a vintage reminiscent of those from her birth place, a universe away, and a vintage she was quite fond off. Either Alice was lucky, or she must have a respectable drinks cellar to have something like this in stock.<br/><br/>When Alice scolded Jericho for tasting the bee, the lamia laughed cruelly. A mocking grin played on Myarlothe's lips as she smirked at the unfortunate mercenary, knowing full well she managed to get away with doing far more to Syntropy.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'">"Awwww, poor dog, regret bowing your head to a master yet?"</span></span>She taunted the man, swirling the wine in her glass before taking a slow sip, staring at Jericho over the glass's rim. Siren delighted in taunting and bullying the man, and the idea of him finally snapping and trying to make a move against her brought a mirthful smile to her face. She already relished how his tears might taste as her coils broke his body in her grip, and she wondered if Alice would ask Siren to spare the dog. Chuckling at her cruel thoughts, Myarlothe watched Alice move to inspect Syntropy closer. The Lamia took advantage of the gold-skinned woman leaving her couch, quickly sliding up to lounge comfortably in Alice's seat, dominating the entire couch while watching Alice's rear.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"As exquisite as she might be, her previous... tenders still threw her away."</span></span>She noted in response to Alice. Her venom yellow eyes boring into the Aurumilia and the bee, not letting them make a single unseen move. Her interest resting solely on the pair while Alice's fingers dominated the protesting Syntropy, who was unable to resist with how Jericho held her.<br/><br/><span style="color: brown">"Someone, please..."</span><br/><span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><br/>
"...Help?"</span></span><br/><br/>Myarlothe took a deep sip from her wine, laughing softly.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"> "Did I not warn you about the web you'd find yourself ensnared in, pathetic little bee?"</span></span>She spoke cruelly in a harsh tone, arresting Syntropy with her eyes.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"And despite your earlier show of bravado you're now pleading for help. Hardly an unforeseen turn of fate."</span></span>Refilling her glass, Siren continued.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"> "You're asking us to defy miss Alaigna at the very heart of her lair, you realize that anyone strong enough to challenge her in this place is very unlikely to have wholesome intentions as well? Mmmm, but I'm not entirely deaf to your plight. Tell you what, little bee, swear your name and your being to me, Myarlothe, here and now, and I might be inclined to help you."</span></span>Siren grinned confidently, wondering how both Syntropy and Alice might react to her brazen challenge. She shot a glance to Dei, wondering what the lizard-like girl might want her do. Would she approve of Siren aiding the weak, or detest the attention this might draw to her?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>