She continues for the better part of two hours, before a powerful climax slowly sweeps through her; a gradual thing, a sudden tightening of muscles, and a longer moan, a little shiver, as she closes her eyes and arches her back, her wings flaring out, with the movement.<br/><br/>About an hour later, they're lying together, resting peacefully, the normal buzz of the party, settling around them.<br/><br/><em>Now arri--</em><br/><br/>The announcement is cut off, rather suddenly, as if the construct at the door were suddenly destroyed... which is exactly what happened, according to his senses. However, confusion as to who might have done it is quickly dismissed, as the intruder speaks. "Now, now, no need to go and do that. I can handle it, myself." The voice is slimy and wicked, with a hint of sensuousness, barely concealing a hatred of everything it's speaking to. It's also familiar, a voice from his long ago, mortal past... and one he heard just a few days prior, in his memories. Right before she stabbed him in the back.<br/><br/>"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Xelanthiel, Incarnation of Oblivion. A pleasure to join you all."