"It's a pity we can only offer up our words in this forsaken hole," Becca responds, her soft, light voice and innocent features now in complete contrast to the gleam in her dark eyes as she looks Azhi's robed form over hungrily, her small lips lifting into a wicked smirk that brings out the dimples on her cherubic face.<br/>For a moment, her eyes roam over the forms of Orin's soldiers and she sighs.<br/><br/>"It's a pity that we have to remain hidden from the livestock around us," she murmurs. "Oh, what I could do ..."<br/>Licking her lips, she turns back to Azhi. "But I agree. Although my rites are silent or loud, I suppose I can settle for something inbetween for now. Let my lord and lady watch over our struggles, and may we share in the sweetest of rewards and most exquisite of agonies. You wanted to hear the name of my patron?" Dark curls spilling from her face, the tiny woman with the face of an angel looks up into hood of Azhi's cloak, small, delicate lips parting sensuously, her soft voice simultaneously full of innocent sweetness and experienced seduction as she speaks, her tongue caressing the name of her god. "Slaanesh lead us to perfection."<br/>