<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kajDVnzmhTE/Tuem4cpT1nI/AAAAAAAAA_k/dcDbrZv8T0A/s1600/charlize_theron-perfume.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Amora Incantare<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Enchantress<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 6:50 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Stepping within the tear of time and space, gleaming emerald eyes would sweep about her surroundings, a satisfied smile quirking her mouth. Loki always knew what sort of things could brighten her mood. The blink of stars in satiny blues and blacks, furs, oh the furs, the anticipation of the feel against her flesh sent a delightful prickle through her. With her hands still clutching the blade behind her back, she would slowly saunter towards the pedestal, stopping just at the edge with her back towards her mentor. Though her demeanor seemed so calm, so sure, within she was trembling mightily.  Loki was everything to her. It was he who had taught her the finesse to her art. Showed her what it truly meant to be a God, to rule those beneath you. Oh she would do whatever she had to, to prove she was worthy to sit his side. Yet she would be more then a simple Consort...<br/><br/>As he spoke she would look over her shoulder, her chin settling just above her collarbone. Beneath slightly lowered lids she would watch him, the barest flare if nostrils as she caught the heady scent of the mead. But as he offered the goblet to her, she would not turn to accept it..yet.<br/><br/>She instead would meet his smile with one of her own, moving her head to gaze again at the pedestal before her. Shifting the blade to grip it in one hand, she would ease her other around the front of her body, fingers grasping a portion of the top of her pencil skirt. Blade would meet the waistline of the fabric, and with a slight bend to her knees she would slice the skirt open from top to bottom in a single cut. Standing again, the skirt would puddle to the ground about her feet. Bare flesh would meet Loki's eyes, the delicious curve of her pert ass, the enticing dip of her waist, the shift of muscle in her thighs.<br/><br/>Turning upon the balls of her feet she would face him, one knee just over the other to effectively hide the apex of her thighs from sight, the knife now lifting to the buttons upon her silk blouse. The tip of pink tongue would tease out over her lower lip as emerald pools met his own, never wavering as one by one, the tip of the knife would snick free the buttons, baring first the tease of a breast, the hint of her sternum, the idea of her taut stomach. Finished with her task, the knife would be dropped amongst the furs behind her in a muffled thunk, and deft fingers would slowly pry open silk, to slide off smooth shoulders and meet the skirt upon the floor. Body now bared complete for his pleasure, slow steps holding a panthers grace would carry her towards him, tilting her head as her hand gathered the offered goblet finally.<br/><br/><strong> “ I have had my fill of formality for now, playing the Game that we are. I wish nothing... but to please you...Master.”</strong>With her gaze still boring into his, she would smile coyly as the goblet met plump lips, taking a drink of mead. A drop would glisten upon uppermost tier before she would lick it free, turning away from Loki with a low laugh. Hips and hillocks would sway enticingly as she padded toward the pedestal, easing down to recline within the furs, draping herself artfully amongst the bedding, practically begging in her own coy manner to be taken by the God she could never have enough of.<br/>