<span style="font-weight: bold">Euanthane</span><br/><br/>“Ah, that's an error.” Euanthane says, holding up one hand – to the bicept, she's wearing skintight gloves that seem almost indistinguishable from the green-brown-yellow patterned scales of her tail, though above, her shoulders are both bare and tanned. “Although I'm always being confused with Annie – there's not so many nagas, and we're not dissimilar to the eye, though if you had my sense of smell or eye for scalepatterns, you'd easily recognise we're different people.” She explains. “I'm Euanthane.”<br/><br/>It was just a little troubling. 'Annie Brightscale' was the name she was slithering away from, more or less. If it had followed her here, might've Crystal's agents? She wouldn't believe her wife was truly upset till she started sending assassins, not divorce attorneys (and tasty ones at that) – but if her wife did manage to leave her, then she'd find her 'Seal of Trust' revoked. She had to earn one under her own name, if only to wriggle her way back into Crys's good-grace, once she – eventually, inevitably – came around to realising how meaningless a little dalliance with a barmaid here and there was. It wasn't like the women were even alive anymore. Euanthane licked her lips. They had been delicious – even the memory of their flavor was making her tummy rumble.<br/><br/>No! She had to be a good girl and earn her Seal of Trust! No matter how handsome and tasty the young man looked. No matter that she'd never had the pleasure of tasting a fae...<br/><br/>“It is my great pleasure to be working together with you,” Euanthane continues, her snakebody coiling beneath her as she turns and bows to you from the 'waist'. You have a fine view down her jerkin – the same pseudoscaled material as her gloves - between her full breasts, till a cascade of lustrous, pale hair tumbles down to block your view. Her torso is well-built, for a human – and her naga body stretches many meters more. “You flatter me,” she tells Xarces, as he does so,<span style="font-style: italic">and you may flatter me some more</span>, said the warm look in her pale lilac eyes.