Ophidian shook his head as he sipped his drink.<span style="color: #006600"> "we haven't done anything wrong dear, it's just Succubi nature to be hyper emotional. i think she has been abused and abandoned in the past and that leaves her with deep fears and insecurities... eventually our continued love and support will win out but there is no replacement for taking the time to build that trust. there are a hundred other things we could do for her. i am sure she would love a massage, especially around the wing joints which tend to get stiff. bathing her is kinda the same thing. i don't have to tell you how sensitive her body is but go into it not planning to have sex, just rub and touch and spoil her and if she turns it sexual then have at it."</span>he ate some more and then looked up.<span style="color: #006600">"oh! we could take her to get her hooves done, they must get uncomfortable if they aren't properly maintained and it's been months. maybe we could  try to find a place that specializes in treating Draenei and Tauren instead of the horse farrier she had to deal with in Goldshire. maybe she would like to have her nails done up like Blood Elven women do? i know we could find that here. i honestly don't know if Succubi do anything with their horns maintenance wise but we could probably find a place to get them polished so they are nice and shiny."</span><br/><br/>Ibara was as stiff as ever but she didn't pull away and she seemed a little fragile at the moment.<span style="color: #b35900">"after what she did i do not consider her a friend anymore."</span>Sylavandra stared Louise up and down before she frowned.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"hello."</span>shrugged after a moment and turned back to Ras and spoke Thalassian.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"she is disturbingly common and incapable of threatening my relationship, if he can find some use for her so be it."</span>she walked back over to Ibara and opened the bottle of wine that had been sealed on the table and poured one glass and a half a glass which she handed to Ibara and the younger woman took it and sipped it down switching back to common.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"when you knock before an unscheduled visit please give me a moment to actually open the door and decide whether or not to let you enter. she is barely comfortable crying around me." </span>through all of this the dramatic change in how she spoke and treated to him remained. where once her last sentence would have been scathing, hateful and spoken as if he were a child it was now a stern, almost polite request.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>