Mirim's eyes took a slow, sensual wander down the man's body.  “Monsieur duMotte.”  She took a step closer and took his hand.   Her own tiny hand was in a delicate kid glove that went up her wrist.  “My name is Mirim Nova.  I've been dying to meet you.”<br/><br/>She stepped into his arms, stretched up his body, and whispered into his ear, “I have something you want.”  She let the erotic energy she'd carefully shepherded over the years pulse in her body in a way that would glow rose red to those who could sense it's power.  “Do you think you can take it?”<br/><br/>She nipped on his earlobe.