<span style="color: DarkOrange">''Oh but Aaah...''</span><br/><br/>Alice bared her glittering teeth, devoid of any threats such as fangs or sharp edges, yet they seemed unnaturally white. She was visibly revelling in the reaction she had gotten from the serpent. Even her touch was getting a bit too enthusiastic as she mimicked the aphrodisiac of her passionate partner. She was suspended in the air, wholly depended on the strength of the lamia but still seemed as in control as she ever was. Such a strange way to be when being wrapped in the arms of a dangerous creature. Though only Myarlothe's strength could perhaps tip the scales to her favour, seeing as her venomous nature would not affect the Aurumillia in the slightest.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">''You are the one throwing yourself at my feet, my dear. I've have yet to find something to not dislike about you, though I have to admit you taste devine. An Aurumillia collects and savours every possible chemical in the universe, it's been too long since I've tasted the venomous cocktail of the likes of your race.''</span><br/><br/>With that said she coo'ed when feeling the licks going over her soft skin, her long glittering gold fingers gliding through the hair upon Myarlothe's scalp.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">''I've yet to find a lamia I did not want to killl...''</span>Alice whispered into Myarlothe's ear, until all hell seemed to break lose when the ice shattered.<br/><br/>The brothel-owner whipped her head up and waved her hand with a short flick into the general direction of the door. Unbeknownst to the fleeing bee-girl and Jericho, the passage had been locked down on Alice's sign. They would neither be able to return back to the den, nor Cowry's bar. Every single light in the downwards staircase they were standing upon would die down, and the girls behind the glass would disappear as metal sheets went into lockdown as well. Who knows how long the mistress would leave them in the dark, it all depended on her being distracted enough to not care.<br/><br/>Alice looked at the Lamia and sought some footing on an upstanding curl of her already much-hated opponent. As she found some, she stood somewhat on equal height, and began to stroke the charged up bracers with the tips of her precious fingers. (For as long as Myarlothe would let her stand on her tail.)<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">''Tut tut tut... I hope that scene did not upset you too much... We were just about to have some fun. It's been a very long time since I've had some <i> real </i> fun around here. Don't you worry about the little beegirl, she is trapped within her faith, from the moment she walked into my bar. I hope the dog won't bite her, too much.''</span><br/><br/>Alice leaned in, her hands going down the line of Myarlothe's neck and onto her breasts.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">''Now, where were we?''</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>