It was a wonder that her fingers hadn't fallen off.<br/><br/>When Melanie wasn't practicing her spells alone or on others, bettering her shot with the bow, or stalking the night streets for nubile lasses to play with, scribing scrolls consumed her time. This was what helped pay for their home, its furnishings, and the groceries she brought into it daily. And it was what would pay for the equipment she would use when the time came to find a way to save those she abandoned in the fallen kingdom.<br/><br/>Piles of books. Mountains of scrolls. Vials of ink. A mess of discarded and consumed materials and components. This was her little workshop in the back of a merchant's shop. It was hard work that often left her drained and wondering if the ink stains on her fingers were permanent. Her eyes were tired as they always were late into the night and her pen missed it's mark for the third time. Yes, it was time to call it a night. Those that wished for her scrolls would have to settle for what she finished and wait for the rest. She was confident that she would for not only did she scribe the usual variety of useful spells... She also lovingly crafted those that would hold the magics to spice up passionate nights.<br/><br/>So much pleasure she brought to others through words on parchment! She couldn't help but be proud of her night's work as she packed it up and went on her way to distribute it amongst her clients. And they couldn't help but smile and give her extra on top when they received the magical wonders. It was another high-earning day.<br/><br/>Melanie was content and yet tired when she finally arrived at home. What she glimpsed in the window as she approached the door woke her right back up, though. There she was, her sweet little Raven, in the window with those beautiful curves full in view. She tilted her head and smiled at the sight before she crouched and crept up to the window. A moment's wait passed before she suddenly jumped up with a wide grin plastered on her alabaster face.<br/><br/>"My! You're turning me into a voyeur!" left her full crimson lips, and that ever-present rosy blush was even darker as she beheld the shapeshifter's nude body up close. Slightly-slanted eyes with scarlet and mercury irises looked onto Raven's shapely form with a mix of fondness, adoration, and lust and she playfully batted her long eyelashes as she spoke once more with a slight lisp and a tone that held a slight melodic ringing. "Every day you grace me with your visage, I only find you to be prettier. I've just scribed scrolls nonstop for the past few hours and yet...seeing you still moves me."<br/><br/>She tucked a few strands of her long, obsidian-colored hair behind her sharply pointed ears before she lifted her hand in a 'come-hither' gesture and gave the shapeshifter a devilish smile. "Did you miss me?"