Iseniel watched passively as Nymiri cautiously crept out of her bed and landed on her feet on the opposite side from her. The Sin'Dorei stood impressively still as the Night Elf slunk toward the door, her sickly green gaze focused on the priestesses' nacre  eyes. Everything about the way Nymiri moved screamed that she suspected some kind of trick or otherwise untoward action from Iseniel and it made her grin, lips curling upward at the corners ever so slightly when the Kaldorei pressed herself up against the door and blindly made an effort to reach for the handle, all while still trying to talk her way out of this.<br/><br/>“I'm not stopping you from opening the door and fleeing, Nymiri. Why would I waste effort on such a thing?” To accompany her words, Iseniel gave a half-hearted shrug, her head held familiarly in a high and haughty manner as she looked down her nose at the other woman. The poor, foolish girl was going to keep all of her attention on Iseniel, completely ignoring the fact that there was more than two people sharing this room. It was enough to make the warlock want to laugh out loud but instead she remained quiet and watched with a thick knot of anticipation growing in the base of her throat as the excitement surging through her soul link with Alonya coiled its way around her black heart.<br/><br/><br/>The succubus was surprisingly silent as she sashayed her way toward the distracted Night Elf. Her hooves were somehow silent against the grooved wood of the floor and little gave away her presence but a faint shimmer in the air – and of course the earthy scent of desire and fel magic that mingled together perversely into a cloying perfume. Her approach was silent, as calm and determined as a predator's stalk; just like a predator she chose the perfect moment to strike. When the elf's hand met the metal of the handle and her visoned turned away from the room the succubus pounced!<br/><br/>Maybe pounce is not the perfect descriptor for what the demoness saw fit to do. Her hand brushed Nymiri's, her long and slender digits burning with an almost unbearable demonic heat and the familiar tingle of magic yet to be unleashed. Almost intimately, she closed her fingers around the Night Elf's owns and pulled her hand gently away from the door.<br/><br/>“ I think you have hurt my mistresses feelings with your little display. How rude~” It was the same disembodied voice as before. Smoky and sweet as honey it shared the same cloying property of the succubus' fel scent. It was the sort of seductive tone that bored deep into one's head and found tight purchase before it could be shook lose. Perhaps it was a charm spell or just natural charisma but almost immediately Nymiri would feel the compulsion to face her new assailant take root. It was a gentle assertion , almost like it was a natural thought, and that was what made it so dangerous.<br/><br/>When (and if) Nymiri gave into the magic suggestion she would turn around not to see her sadistic suitor but the visage of none other than a Sayaddi fresh from the Twisting Nether. Succubi , much like humans, came in a startling variety of colors, shapes , sizes , and forms and this one was quite peculiar when compared to some of her more 'civilian' sisters. The demon's skin was not a typical fleshy pink but a muted pale grey. Hair as black as a raven's wing framed her delicate features and hung down well past her shoulders. Everything about the demoness screamed sleek and predatory. Her build was thin and athletic with narrow shoulders and hips with an almost insignificant chest tightly wrapped in the black leather of her corset and she stood tall , easily a head above both Nymiri and Iseniel, on double jointed legs that ended in shiny black hooves.  The only features to break her otherwise slim and sensual silhouette were the great yellow and grey pinions folded up upon her back and the great, ram-like horns that curled back from the crown of her head. Whomever or whatever the fel beast was, she held rank in the legion.<br/><br/><br/>Her predatory yellow eyes focused on Nymiri's own and she let go of the other woman's hand, her fingertips instead brushing up along the priestesses' bare arm. The tingling begins anew as her touch continues and she fought to keep the young woman spellbound as long as possible. “ I really think you should apologize, don't you? I really would hate if you made her mad. Here, I can help.” She tried to catch Nymiri's hand in her own once more, tugging at the elf's arm to move her away from the door and toward the rather amused looking Iseniel. “ We can do it together if you like?” She purred her suggestion, her dangerously barbed tail tapping against Nymiri's leg. “She's so rather fond of that.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>