<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Noemi d'Volee, Human Eros Mage</em></span></div>(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120917051418/ideas/images/c/c0/Inspired_by_Luis_Royo.jpg)</div>.<br/><br/>Noemi was happy to hear Lilith's agreement with her notion of celebrating their rebirth and with her acceptance of the gifts she gave as a way to get the party started. She chuckled and nodded as Llith called Dalen in from his silent watch as she opened both the wine and chocolates expertly before drawing a fine silver set of chalices and diningware which made Noemi giggle and applaud Lilith's style and foresight. Noemi took up the offered spot at Lilith's left side, allowing her wrap to slip low on her arms so she could sit upon it as she lounged beside her Empress.<br/>.<br/>When Dalen joined them, Noemi gave him a warm smile and a saucy wink as her eyes went from his down his body to see if only his mind was raging with the pressures he wrestled with. She watched as Lilith poured them wine as Noemi shared some of what she could do and some of her path to power, gratefully accepting a chalice when it is offered to her. Rather then taking the offered sweet with her hand, Noemi leaned in towards Lilith and delicate plucked it from her fingers with her teeth, purring softly with delight as she gazed up into Lilith's eyes to see her reaction to her playful brazenness. "I do... My Goddess came to me when I was in agony and taught me what pleasure and Love truly are... No Love is no weapon, though  Sex can be... Take the case of the Husband who would have his wife's obedience and duty...who plows her body taking delight in defiling her and making her his... That is not love... But his cock is his tool of domination and corruption," she said with more passion then was merited by the conversation, and her eyes were as acid laced as her words.<br/>.<br/><br/>Lilith's teasing brought Noemi back from whatever dark place she'd been in. "That's not Love, that's wounded pride... Unless I am too quick to judge harshly... Do you love me, Dalen? Does Lilith have the right of things?" Noemi asked with playful and coquettish notes in her voice, turning big, doe eyes at him. She laughs melodiously as he enumerates his errors in a most precise and amusing manner that she blows him a kiss so he'll know all is forgiven. She isn't quite ready to let him completely off the hook so repeats her question through pouting lips, "all true and good points... But do you love me?<br/>.<br/>Noemi chuckled as Lilith tried to make such inflammatory statements about live. "You're conflating so many things and calling it Love... Love without conditions or restraint is a necessarily Creative force in the Worlds... Covetousness is what turns Love into Lust...Possessiveness turn Love into Jealousy... Pride turns Love into Ambition... These alchemical formulas are all generative...we call them Passions and blame Love for their excesses... But none of these are qualities of Love itself... So cleave to Love alone...and the world becomes magical," she shares with them, sipping the fine wine she's been offered and letting them see how hr philosophy and beliefs inform her being in the world and shapes her magic. She bowed her head as she accepts Lilith's compliment and adds, "I also have abit of a genius for being underestimated and overlooked by those without lust in their eyes."<br/><br/>.<br/><br/>Noemi listened attentively as both Lilith and Dalen shared of themselves, enjoying the way each of them in turn described themselves and their capabilities. She chuckled when Dalen spoke of the two women backing his ruses, but nodded affirmatively, offering him her support. As neither of her companions spoke on the matter of sharing pleasure with each other Noemi let the matter drop for now. She realized her chalice was empty and smiled at Lilith, looking from her to the bottle and back again. In a light and playfil tone she asked, "No one's thinking of going to sleep just yet, are they? I am enjoying this... I find I like who Fate has had me share a re-birthday with." She goes to lift her glass in a toast and then frowns pouting prettily as she whines winsomely, "... I can't... I'm out... Please... Empress..." Deliberately adding in the honorific as an outrageously sycophantic jest.