<strong>"I had to be certain. There are those who...who would want the heir presumptive to the House of Arch, not Ingress. If you take my meaning."</strong><br/><br/>She gives you another small smile, presses into your embrace.<br/><br/><strong>"I have no doubt you will devour me utterly and encourage me to sing your praises with that wicked, wet, warm tongue of yours,"</strong>she replies, trying to sound sultry and seductive but not quite managing it.<strong>"I may even fail to object if you put that tongue anywhere you want."</strong><br/><br/>A shiver runs through her slender body before she pushes back.<br/><br/><strong>"Ask one of the girls to show you to my rooms. Have a bath. Get comfortable.  I will come down as soon as I can secure matters up here."</strong>