<strong>~Gwindolyn~</strong><br/><br/>Placated by the spasms of the male, she eases her delicate fingers through her shocking white hair.  Hair she kept in braids.  The braids fell the length of her back plus a bit.  Her ebony skin shimmers naturally, but the low levels of light that are a biological effect of the lichen danced along her skin.  She walked to the spiders and conversed a bit more.  She nods her head and thinks this days work is done.  She heads for some personal pampering.  Her work would be soon enough.<br/><br/>As she relaxes in the bath,  her braids unwoven and spread about her in the oiled water, she thinks at how many wards and guards the drow had on his room. She would have liked to have seen his face as he walked in with all his wards still intact and found it all vanity.  It is nothing to gain a password from the spiders.  It is barely nothing to open a portal door in his room being such a high ranking priestess of Lloth.  Eitherway, she grins with pleasure.  She waves a hand and a male is delivered to her for her pleasure.  She grins wickedly as he enters.  There are perks to the ever precarious role of leading the house Baen'Und.  She may not be the top house in the city, but she still ranks as one of the top, as nobility.  She bids the male to join her.