The dragon's allure was inescapable, heat building within Belial at being on their knees before such an intoxicating woman.<br/>Shifting at the sight of Verzanth's beautiful fangs when she smiled, Belial idly thought of how they'd feel in her shoulder before her eyes snapped back up to Verzanth's as she spoke once more. The power her voice commanded had no less hold on Belial, but certainly a different air. Quietly sucking in a breath, Belial does their best to put their derailed mind back on track, as the danger certainly hasn't passed.<br/><br/>She'd gotten the sense that dragons liked the sounds of their own voices, and did not offer an immediate reply to what lengths they would go to to serve Verzanth, simply sitting pretty for Verzanth as they suspected the dragon was more idly musing than anything. There wasn't any benefit of jumping the gun if she didn't have to, and Belial's call was rewarded.<br/><br/>Belial was no fool, and knew where this game was going. Belial is well acquainted with this sort of dance, and welcomes something a little more on her own playing field. The tension was apparent, and they're more than willing to use sex appeal to get what they want; it wouldn't be the first time, and it hopefully wouldn't be the last. Belial was about eye level to Verzanth's pelvis, and it didn't escape their notice that their dress began to tent. Heat pooled in their stomach at the sight, their own arousal well on it's own way towards tenting their leggings. Truly, there are Gods out there.<br/><br/>"As you wish" Belial replies, voice like silk. She shifts so they're on both knees, spreadding their thighs slowly after as they pull off their thin leather gloves, glad to be rid of the drying phelgm on them. She keeps eye contact as they remain sitting up straight, hooking their fingers into their scarf and pulling the knot loose before pulling it off with one hand, sliding the red fabric across the back of their neck until it fell. Casting it lightly aside with a flick of their wrist, Belial shifts their coat off mostly with their shoulders, long wool coat pooling around their waist. Removing her coat revealed black arm sleeves, similar to a bolero jacket that hugged her skin, the edges coming up her chest and making a convex point. The cloth rose high on their neck, stopping just after their Adam’s apple. A red and black sweetheart corset donned their chest, creating a diamond window of their chest between their corset and shoulder sleeves, the skin that’s visible there flushed from the dragon’s presence.<br/>Gracefully slipping their arms from the jacket’s sleeves, Belial tilted their head slightly, reaching behind their back to begin pulling at the laces of their corset.<br/>“Forgive me, my queen” Belial gambles, having picked up on the dragon appreciating having their titles and dominance reinforced by other. “This will take me a moment”