Rezalia walked down the corridors of the Coven's temple. The dark, mysterious, powerful place of the Force that wrecked with the Dark Side. But, she enjoyed such a place...her place of training. Her place of learning. And, her place of lust.<br/><br/>Rezalia was clothed in the ritual trainee robes, a two piece battle robe that hugged to her form tightly. The bottom half started at the waist, giving off a slight V where her legs met, and ended around her ankles. The top half covered most of her back, leaving the lower bare, but only covered her chest, leaving her smooth and thin stomach bare above a thin waist. Her ample breasts seemed comfortable within the confines of the top robe. Her arms were slender with agile fingers swaying as she walked. She wore heeled boots that looked like it would hurt if used to hit someone. She wore the ritual headdress that covered her hair and puffed out with a slight spike that held the banner of the Coven stretched on the thin cloth. And, strapped to her waist, was twin light-saber hilts.<br/><br/>She was released by the Night Mistress, congratulating her on her greatly improving techniques in both fighting, Force manipulation, and information gathering. Her race was mostly female dominated, the woman being the male's Mistress and have the option to treat them as such. And she enjoyed that fact when she chose her mate out from a rather interesting nomadic tribe of males. She knew she gave the Zarbrak a world of hurt in the arena, but tonight...also in celebration of her commendation...she was going to change that little matter.<br/><br/>She came to her room and opened the door...finding her dear little pet and mate at the foot of her bed. She had to admit, a pale skinned male was quite a find...adding a little exotic beauty in the obedient brute. Her plush, purple painted lips curved into a smile. Her own skin color was chalk white with a violet hue to it. And her eyes were mostly black save a gold rimmed pupil. She couldn't help but giggle darkly as she entered the room, the door closing behind her. She eyed Jaezek a moment longer before moving to her own bed. She sat at the edge and began unlacing her boots. No use keeping on such things inside of her own room...and for what she ha planned for her mate.<br/><br/>She looked over to Jaezek again and spoke...her voice sounding like eerie music, as if primed to suggest that something was going to happen. But it carried off a gentle tone that was only going to be use to coax him to awaken. But it also carried the bladed edge that she carried around naturally due to her race.<br/><br/>"Pet...Wake up, dearie...Your Mistress has something to discuss with you."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>