Iseneil's eyes burned intensely as she watched  Nymiri still struggle to fight with her desire- the desire to submit, to surrender herself to the highest authority. The raven haired woman had seen it before many times, so common it was among women of the cloth in particular. Most she'd known had felt this urge, the very system on how temples operated only fed this desire. The high priestess submitted to Elune, the superior's submitted to the high priestess, the sisters submitted to the superiors and the novice's submitted to the sisters in turn. It was a long chain of submission that terminated at the will of a goddess – the ultimate authority figure. What her little pet desired was natural although Iseniel doubted the girl would take to her own opinion without a fair deal of 'convincing'.<br/><br/>As ideas danced through the elf's mind her smile once again widened into something that could best be described as manic. Her chest rose and  fell between short but even breaths and her fiery green eyes sought out Nymiri's own, their fierce glow casting her pale features in a sickly fel-tinged light.For a moment she started forward and reached out, her nimble and wet fingers once again brushing against the other elf's  flushed cheek but as soon as the contact began , it ceased.<br/><br/>Iseniel could see the furtive glances her  priestess shot toward the door, how she longed to run and be rid of her. The very notion made Isneiel want to laugh! How foolish could the girl be? Did Nymiri really think she could get away with escaping, let alone thinking about it? The Sin'Dorei cleared her throat and stepped away from the bed, sweeping her long arm out towards the door in a graceful gesture. Her cloak fluttered about her as she made her half-turn, the folds rustling against the wooden floors of the night elfin home.<br/><br/>Without ever taking her green eyes off of Nymiri she pointed towards the closed door and arched an eyebrow at the woman, condemning her for her thoughts without even speaking up first. “I see you staring with longing at the door,” despite her accusations the elf was deadly-calm, her features not betraying an ounce of emotion, “ If that is what you truly wish, then go, I will not stop you.” Her lips curl upward into a thin smile after she made her offer.<br/><br/>Iseniel had promised not  to stop her but the succubus had struck no such bargains.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>