<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Zed<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Marc, Ayr, Jessamyne<br/><br/>Zed smiled. She hadn't really wanted to ruin a perfectly nice evening with gunfire. Aside from the fact that the place was a powerkeg already, it was a more messy time than she was in the mood for. Zed really didn't have a mind to manipulate him with sex, mostly because she doubted if she could. There was a particular personality that would resist her charms, no, if he had ever been her project, it would've been a hit, not a fuck.<br/><br/>As it was, she was happy enough to try to dull the insatiable Fae sex drive, for a little while. She'd been born as a natural nymphomaniac, with the soul of her mother, and all her memories. Her formative years had been hell.<br/><br/>She slid over to close the distance between her and Marc, snuggling up to him. Then, smoothly, she slid under the table, and knelt between his legs. Her hands went to work, unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his fly, a slim Fae hand reaching into expose his cock. While she leaned forward and swallowed his length, breeding and profession holding her in good stead thus far, a second version of her appeared beside him. Such illusions were her stock and trade, but while she was enjoying herself, she didn't see any reason for him not to have something to look at.<br/><br/>The second version of her appeared very much solid, and was, to the touch. She was, however, not talkative, and wouldn't take much in the way of damage before vanishing into the Fae magic of which she was composed. This version of her undid her corset, and bared her breasts, beckoning for him to touch her.<br/><br/>If there was any question as to why the Maidenhood had employed her in the revenue collection department, her present position shoudl've gone a long way to explaining, as to why she'd left, well, that would have to remain, for the moment, an open question.