To Callisto, the lamest thing in the world was a prank that was halted in disgrace. It wasn't exactly a 'failed' prank. Failed pranks even if there was a mess-up by the perpetrator, indicated a certain level of attentiveness from the 'mark' or the 'target' of your joke. A prank that was never given a real chance to start was categorized more as an 'aborted' prank. Before committing to it in any way, you could decide not to start which, to Callisto was more redeemable than deciding not to follow through once you'd already passed the 'Start line' as it were.<br/><br/>For her... the 'Start' line wasn't one she approached, but rather her prank was set into motion as soon as Erato began pacing towards her. It was her first desire. Silent... implied only... but it represented Erato's first act of submitting to her. She approached the bowing demoness who took to a knee bowing to her.<br/><br/>"Erato, Erato, Erato..."<br/><br/>(http://mikes-images.com/eps/maternal/images/maternal_mq_188sd.jpg)<br/><br/>Callisto let her hand rest on Erato's toned pink shoulder. She began to circle the demoness, her fingers brushing through the flocks of raven hair examining them by rolling her thumb against her index and middle fingers and shifting the hair back and forth. As her slow pace brought her to the other side, to Erato's left, she allowed her left middle fingertip to rest on the peak of the demoness's left horn. First, her thumb, index and middle finger circled the top of the horn with rubbing motions as though she were polishing a pebble between her fingers, but eventually the left middle fingertip stayed on the very peak of the horn.<br/><br/><em>"What... am I going to do with you."</em>she uttered thoughtfully, immediately implying that somehow, the angel's presence was her fault. It was such a case of the pot calling the kettle black of course, but right now that didn't seem to matter. For Callisto it was just a decision to be made between what she could do or couldn't. Right and wrong had nothing to do with this equation. She hinted at some level of disappointment with Erato that was entirely without substance.<br/><br/>While right now, the greatest pleasure would be to have Erato provide her with more information, Callisto really did have to tread lightly. With the presence of the others, knowingly bringing the demoness to discuss rather confidential information in their presence could be considered treason. No doubt... to Erato later, this would<span class="bbc_u">all</span>be considered treason but if there was one thing Callisto loved to do, it was to win word games. Debating, arguing, frustrating those she fought with through her remarks, it was a special interest that flourished from spending so much time on earth where politics was much more common than here in hell.<br/><br/>She waited, knowing that Erato was likely not used to staying on her knee for a long amount of time...<em>but Callisto loved it.</em>The image itself was just so delicious. Her pacing brought her back in front of Erato, silently indicating that she would be able to rise again. The Queen didn't always have to go through the formalities with every succubus in her service after all. It's probably what would make continuing the prank with Erato a little difficult. The more fun Callisto would have with her, the more Erato would suspect something was up, either that her Queen was in a foul mood or that Callisto wasn't the Queen at all.<br/><br/>Still, Callisto let her eyes fall on the formidable creature before her, just waiting for Erato to try and bring herself back to a standing position which... well...<em>she intended to interrupt fully.</em>