<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/BoNlCxG.jpg)</div><strong>Lilith Wynne, Human Infernal Mistress</strong><br/><br/>Lilith's eyes snapped to look at Dalen as he remarked of her bare body before returning to the sand. She didn't mind the remark at all, and it was good to know she was still desirable in appearance, after all she hadn't actually gotten a look at herself. While she could feel her body's shape to be the same, the weight on her chest making certain movements awkward, she would need to spend considerable time in her mirror ensuring death did not leave anything behind on her... and with a brief curse in her head, she couldn't wait to get her Mistress' attire back so her 'body' wouldn't swing about so freely.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't see anything perk-worthy on this beach."</strong>she says with a venomous barb... not that such things were uncommon coming from her. Dalen had seen her belittle the size and effectiveness of a man's member as she whipped him at the mast despite the fact the captive had enough length to pierce a large hole through the ship's hull.<br/><br/><strong>"And what exactly does she have left to say? What part of this needs explanation, exactly?"</strong>she inquired as she continued to pull at the sand beneath her.