Naiobe's fingers itch to pull the woman toward her, to explore that pale skin. The woman is lovely, there is no doubt about it, and she would suffer prettily under the lash. Naiobe looks down at her goblet, swirling the wine in there as she ponders being gentle with the girl for a time, perhaps working to make the albino girl ask for the pain that Naiobe enjoys giving. It would be fun to make the albino think it was her own choice to ask Naiobe to mark her pale skin.<br/><br/>Clearing her throat and sipping her wine again, Naiobe looks up from her reverie. "I think probably Brom might have an interest... maybe the twins." She sits back in her seat, back straight but relaxed against the plush cushion. "If nothing else, she'd be a nice treat for the guards. They don't get much more than run of the mill, most days." Gifts come with strings, and Naiobe doesn't like strings.