<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/Shazadi%201a_zpsql8ohgqw.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Shazadi<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Thirteen Monkeys Coffee House<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rashid, Open<br/><hr/><br/>“Then I am more than happy to be such things for you, my friend,” Shazadi replied, “for you have always been a comfort to me, since the moment we met. Far more generous than most, and always true to your word.”<br/><br/>She laid out the plans for her day, knowing that Rashid was more than intrigued, that he was, in fact, waiting for him to invite her to join him. But like the feline namesake of her Goddess, Shazadi rather enjoyed the hunt and the chase as much as the capture, and his playful banter was not to be missed. Flirting was all part of the dance, and she was enjoying it too much to cut it off too soon. Besides, the deal was already struck, which her companion no doubt knew. She couldn’t turn down any pleasure offered to her, lest she risk a major offense to Tamarni. To do so would be a sin, and Shazadi prided herself on committing very few sins against her Goddess. Each lingering kiss on her fingers seemed to plead his case in the most sensuous of ways.<br/><br/>“You’ve become quite the poet since the last time we met,” Shazadi observed with a smile that made her eyes sparkle. “And you’ve grown bold,” she added, as his thumb gently caressed the soft skin of her lip. “You know as well as I do that I cannot refuse you, today of all days, not without risking my Lady’s ire and inviting a major sin to lodge itself in my soul.” Before Rashid could think that this was the only reason she was agreeing to his offer, she quickly caught his thumb between her teeth, nipping it gently before releasing it. “But I hope you also know that I<em>would </em>not refuse you, because you are my friend, and because I remember the last time you shared my bed with<em>far </em>more than fondness. I remember a clever and inventive lover, whose passion was rare and fine. And whose body was neither humble nor sand blasted.” Leaning forward, she rested one slender arm on the table so that she could move closer to Rashid, close enough to smell the coffee and spices on his breath.<br/><br/>“So<em>habibi</em>, I think that you should join me in my pursuit of pleasure today,” Shazadi said, copper eyes searching his, “For more than just dinner. Would not the baths be better enjoyed together? And would I not be safer in the market with you by my side?” She could well protect herself, but there was no harm in stroking Rashid’s ego with the truth. His skill as a warrior far exceeded her own dagger and<em>katar</em>. “The, we can feed the rapacious felines that have no doubt found their way into my home, and see what the day brings us before we take our meal together. Who knows, perhaps we may need to eat dessert before dinner, and then eat to restore our strength before the moon rises.”<br/><br/>This close, the rare sandalwood in her hair rose to add its temptation to her proposal, as Shazadi hovered close to the dervish, who despite his protests to the contrary, was a very handsome man and one she was quite fond of. With a smile she titled her head, running her tongue along the back of her teeth as she considered him, ready to add one last tease to their banter. “Unless, of course, you have other plans,” she said, eyes bright with mischief.<br/>