Mesmerized by his eyes, Miria couldn’t tear her gaze from his. What had he said? Something about her dancing, colors to compliment her eyes? She was lost, unable to think.<br/><br/>His hand lightly trailing down her head, her shoulder, and her back to rest on her right hip sent ripples of electricity through her trembling frame. Her eyes locked with his as he straightened and walked back to Zjasha, taking the scroll. His eyes never leaving hers a she spoke to her sister. The black lines of pigment crackled with energy, a living breathing entity.Senses heightened, she heard his voice, his alone, dark and seductive. Seducing her mind, her body as it spoke.<br/><br/>He was talking to her older sister, but his eyes pinned her in place, daring her to move.<em>Yes, this is it, say something. Do it, give yourself. Make an effort, you won't be denied. There's so much lust and passion locked up inside him. You can feel it, can't you? Don't make him bear it on his own, it’s your duty. Do what feels right.</em><br/><br/>Finished with their business Zjasha made ready to leave. Miria shook her head, trying to clear it of the insane desire to offer herself to him. He seemed to know what she desired, was only waiting for her to voice them.<br/><br/><em>"Well, ladies. Will that be all?"</em><br/><br/>Miria shivered and nodded, lowering her eyes, afraid of her own desire, afraid of surrendering to him. Reluctantly she broke their gaze and moved to the door waiting on Zjasha so they could leave.<br/>