<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=20898.msg808613#msg808613">Quote from: Inerrant Lust on 14-09-2008, 04:51:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A set of knuckles soon rapped upon Dymiira's door, belonging to a young man named Arvin, fair of feature (for the common rural villager, at least) and of simple taste. It had been a few hours, and though the strength of Dymiira's influence had weakened with the passage of time, her suggestions lingered within Arvin's mind.<br/><br/>All and all, he looked...confused. The meeting with her earlier that day was hazy, and he coulden't recall some of the finer details. All Arvin knew was that this woman and Lucy were feuding, and he didn't want to get involved with <em>that.</em> '...Yet why am I here?' He idly wondered. Arvin soon convinced himself that he would be speaking to Dymiira, if only to settle the dispute between the two women.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Dymiira had been ready several minutes early, but never minded the time for further meditation and preparation. She loved thinking out situations several times over when she could. She was now wearing her evening dress, clothing that was thinner and less loose, but more enhancing of her curves and breasts.<br/><br/>She stood up and walked to the door, her eyes already beginning to smolder with fiery ambition.<em>Vengeance is sweetest when hot.</em><br/><br/>Giving a few moments of breath and anticipation, she opened the door, looking at her expected guest with a very welcoming smile.<br/><br/>"I'm glad you came, Arvin. Please, come in."<br/><br/>As the warmth of her smile and eyes invited him, her mind cast out at his, using<em>attraction</em>to make his mind desire her form and face.