Syntropy turned out to be a more delightful treat than Siren had expected. So obediently cute, so warm, so quick to respond to her touch, Siren quickly forgetting her original goal. Catching Dei's words and eyes over the blizzed out bee's shoulder, Siren let out a trembling purr. A treat like this, oh she'd share. Maybe. She was getting a little heated herself here, something she had not expected. The warm left behind by Syntropy's fingers stroking over the soft skin of her stomach lingered and brought relief to Myarlothe's cold bones that the lamia mistook for arousal on her part. She was even seriously considering just pushing Syntropy down and make her claim on the girl in front of the entire bar, spread her legs for all too see and make her buzz moans and mewls she wouldn't believe herself capable of making.<br/><br/>A hand was already seeking on the slick valley between Syntropy's legs, before strong hands quickly saved the girl from Myralothe's grip. A confused look was Siren's only reaction as Jericho saved Syn and guided her to Alice's side, the Lamia wondering why this hungry dog was barking at her. Maybe she should shut it up, but not right now. Smoothing out her coils, Myralothe turned her attention to Dei, the feathered lizard girl deserving to know what's happening. Leaning in conspiring, the lamia whispered in Dei's ear.<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: deepskyblue"> "We've been courteously invited into what's almost certainly a trap meant for me. Still, you should be fairly safe by my side. After all, a good friend would protect you, no?"</span></span>The Lamia softly chuckled. She was enjoying this game for now, playing friend to the raptorlike woman, and well, when Siren grew bored of the game she could play an entirely new one with Dei's trust.<br/><br/>Still chuckling, Myarlothe followed Alice down those steps. Stairs were annoying to descend with her tail, which kept Siren from appreciating the menagerie that flanked the group during their journey down. It was quite a variable collection, not unlike seeing all the pastries of the bakery arranged behind a screen, hinting of the sweetness that awaited you if you could pay the price. Yet despite that, it was the door at the end that proved most interesting to Siren, and not just because the red velvet so gorgeously contrasted with the black stone. No, that stone had a unique feel to it that briefly stopped the Lamia in her tracks. It was only the flood of warmth from the hall beyond the stairs that lured Siren away from the black manisa, making her turn away from the twinkling void and follow the Aurmilia into her den of debauchery.<br/><br/><span style="color: deepskyblue"><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'">"Oh..."</span></span>Siren clasped a hand over her mouth, hugging herself while the warmth of the fires burned away the chill from her bones.<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"> "Ooooooooh..." </span></span>Almost orgasmic moans rolled from the Lamia's lips, her body trembling and her gills twitching. Cowry's bar had been warm enough to keep the cold from encroaching on Siren, but not warm enough to banish it and fill her with heat. Already she felt herself grow less sluggish and lazier. It wasn't like having a hot rock to bask on while watching the sunlight bouncing off the water beneath your rock, but it felt good regardless. With strength returning to lethargic muscles, Myarlothe moved surprisingly swiftly for her large frame, slithering up close to Dei.<br/><br/><i>"Hey, Goldie, I didn't catch your name." </i><br/><br/>Placing her lower pair of hands on Dei's shoulders, Siren flanked the woman while grinning at Alice.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Now now, don't be rude, Dei. Miss Alaigna graciously invited us here, I'm sure we'll exchange proper pleasantries once the dog and the bee are put in their cages, and we're taken somewhere more interesting that this rather dull show here."</span></span>Myarlothe spoke tauntingly again, Dei's presence didn't matter, Siren wanted to face the Aurmilia in a more private place. She wanted to see that smile plastered on Alice's break, she wanted to tear it apart.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Rather tame really, this gathering..."</span></span>Commented the Lamia while looking around.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>