<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Aria's eyes locked on to her, and she couldn't help but to feel a delightful tingle rush up her spine. For a moment, it was almost as if she were young again, and the desire for ripe flesh overwhelming enough to bring color to her bloodless cheeks. Then, thought set in once more, cooling her. While her pleasure did not dissipate, she began to consider the possibilities for the night, eternally calculating how the situation could be turned to her advantage. The court was rife with potential playthings all vying to receive the Princess' famous attentions. Every eye was going to be on her, and the attention of every court focused. To be in her favor for such an event could potentially be an opportunity for Shar. Spread her reputation amongst the upper circles. Increase her demand. Naturally, a few lackeys would want to lick the temporary power from her boots, but such was aristocracy. Perhaps she could even - <br/><br/>But then the Princess was touching her, and once more, all the careful consideration melted away. The woman's scent was intoxicating; heady with all the debauchery of the Unseelie Court. The sensation of one sharpened nail tracing across her lower lip caused her eyelids to droop, heavy with obvious appreciation. A kiss, hm? Pleasure was often business in her line of work, but she naturally didn't begrudge this demand in the slightest. One side of her mouth lifted up slight amusement as she reached out in turn and slowly curled a single lock around her finger. Inhaling the scent for just a moment, her hand dropped, and she fell into place behind the noble and her other two...companions, she supposed. <br/><br/>The Captain's words almost made her break into laughter. She only barely managed to restrain herself, smirking instead as she watched the man imitate Aria's gesture. A touch possessive, was he? And Adham didn't seem all too pleased either. While his expression was carefully blank, his gaze was fixed avidly on the two, following every movement of his superior. Interesting how he hadn't been quite so observant when the Princess was making her desire for more feminine flesh known. Then, of course, he volunteered to be his mistress' private guard puppy for the evening. Useful information to be stored away. Not as if she bore either of them any particular ill will, but court life was dangerous, and if they became her eventual enemies - good to know they could be set against each other. Perhaps. Couldn't make assumptions yet. <br/><br/>"How kind of you two," she noted, thumb tracing over her belt. "That's right. The lovely Princess mustn't be left alone - especially when things are getting heated up and dangerous. In these kind of sweaty situations, she should always be under the close observance of her men. Always good to have a pair of sharp ready swords around." She took a few steps forward, still flanking the Princess protectively, but close enough to be heard. Her voice lowered to a murmur. "You shall have to tell me, Your Highness, how to maximize your entertainment. Do you prefer to come to me to receive my symbol of loyalty, or would you like me to surprise you?" A slightly mocking smile played on her lips as her dark eyes slid over to Adham. "Assuming, of course, your valiant defenders wouldn't chop my pretty head off if I tried to be imaginative..."</span>