<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Melrose1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jol'andra Melrose<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holding Cells/Palace grounds<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Artemis the Beloved, Claude, Jarek and others<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Festival Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i00.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/767455524/2013-New-sexy-PU-Adult-halloween-font-b-costumes-b-font-font-b-renaissance-b-font.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><br/>Jol’andra did not blush at her sister’s complement, some of the more humble traits were lost on her and often she wondered if that made her any less feminine.<strong>“Thank you, kind sister… I was hoping you will take a fancy to it. I certainly hope it’s pleasing to Her Majesty and our ancestral spirits.”</strong>She simply nodded and continued riding with Artemis, the slave wagon following them closely with Jarek and others.<br/><br/>She had made certain to keep a fresh garb below to ascertain she remained respectful and decent, but being so close to Artemis – and able to tell the desire within her eyes as well,  Jol’andra found it a bit cumbersome. She kept stealing looks at her darling sister as they rode, often shamelessly at times even when she can tell she was being watched by her. Jol’andra never bothered to care about the slaves, after all weren’t they merely instruments for her kind’s pleasure?<br/><br/>When Artemis decided to stop Jol’andra was surprised. She was afraid to be late for the festival but trusted Artemis’s instincts; if her partner was certain they were not running late, there was no need to doubt her word. She noticed how Artemis walked, how she moved and carried herself… such beauty accompanied by her seductiveness, Jol’andra wished she could manage it.<em>Won’t you rather be the one ravishing it instead?’</em>She heard herself exclaim in her mind, and then she blushed.<br/><br/>She looked at Claude a bit distastefully as she sat down. Her back leaning against a particular stump, she put one leg out… soft, bare and smooth but hardened by years of strict regimen.<strong>“Show me how good you are, boy.”</strong>She scowled at him before turning her attention back to her sister, she leaned towards her, making certain her leg was still available for the slave to massage.<strong>“How much time till the festival begins, sister?”</strong>She asked, unable to help the silk that had made its way in her tone now that she saw lust reciprocated in Artemis’s glance.