<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)      </div><hr/>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br/>Below Nocturne: floor H, private office<br/><hr/><br/>The beast, as he had intended, did manage to raise its head at that.<br/><br/>In the soft light, her body was like something made of sandstone and quartz, and she showed no shame after that initial reluctance as she placed her bare feet onto the rug a few inches from him.  Her compact form was wiry and vibrantly healthy, her fair-hair seeming to make grooming her downy armpits and sex all but unnecessary.  Her arousal is apparent to his senses, as is the fact that she is no longer so petite as when she entered the room... her height seems to approach his own.<br/><br/>Her eyes gleam silver still, her hands are fanned apart where, like an afterthought, tiny threads of fresh blood well up to the surface through the micro-fine cuts on her flesh.  She calmly trails one finger from the dimple of her lower back up across her nicks, drawing a slow path up across her youthful breasts to extend a tiny drop of the flesh blood to her lips.  Her tongue, faint pink, parts her pale lips to taste the salty tang, and when she draws it back, it is peaked with a long, tapering talon of a nail.<br/><br/>"So I will," she says in her husky tone, her left hand moving from its rest at her hip to test the fine teardrop shape of soft hair at her mons.  "And so will you..."<br/><br/>What he's doing seems to be working... strangely... it's as if that disconnected desire and beast lives across a chasm from her mind's control, but maybe, just for a moment, he's helping her find a bridge.<br/><br/>If only she were conscious of it...