<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/0b38051f5cf532a1334fd8fd9d2d3da1.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Dahlya Kos</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006627#msg15006627)</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Urakis Rare; Oloven<br/><strong>Location:</strong> "Rare Finds" Trouble Contracting<br/>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Status: Normal</span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>There were times when Dahl wished, if only a tiny bit, that she was the sort of arrogant, show-offy prick to twirl a dagger casually as she conducted her business.  She'd tried it once in a mirror, and the sight of herself made her want to headbutt her reflection for being an insufferable twat, so she hadn't cultivated the habit.  Still, moments like these begged for a bit of the old dagger-twirling, even if she<em>did</em>worry that having a blade in hand would make trying to put it through one of Rare's eyes far too tempting to resist.  You didn't get ahead in this world by letting your emotions dictate who did and didn't get a blade to the brain pan.<br/><br/>She barely heard what the Tiefling had to say, knowing Oloven was absorbing every word and if she paid attention too, well...that would just be an inefficient use of their resources, wouldn't it?  Instead, she peered around the room until a more appealing view came scissoring in wearing a tiny skirt.  Shifting in the chair she was all but sprawled over - never mind that it wasn't designed for it and the armrest was digging painfully into her spine, she had an<em>aesthetic</em>to uphold - she lowered her gaze to let her smoke and mirror eyes roam the length of the neutered angel's bared limbs.<br/><br/>When the beauty turned, her lecherous gaze wandered higher to appreciate the way her scant skirt hugged her backside, then continued up out of curiosity.  The stitching over the creature's shoulder blades intrigued her and she found a goodly portion of her appreciated their stark brutality against the contrast of the lovely form almost as much as she'd admired her other assets.  When Rare grabbed the secretary, she glanced at his hand and cocked a brow at the hiss, smirking mildly and finally shoving herself to her feet.<br/><br/>"I think what Oloven is trying to say is...we'll fuck off now.  He's got a point, though...Something about this place is stimulating all my chakras."  She flashed a lopsided grin at the secretary and dropped her a wink, before turning to head for the door.  Her voice was a rasping, low-bred snarl in comparison to the velvet tones of her partner, and it was impossible to tell if she played up the low-class dialect or not.  Opening the door, she leaned against it as she waited to let Oloven leave first, helpful little thing that she was.