<strong>Time:</strong>After the Meeting<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Living Quarters, Chorgath's Room<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Chorgath<br/><br/>"Your will, my lord," Ruby answers respectfully, curtseying, and turning to the side as she rises, begins unweaving the knot on the fabric belting her robe closed at the waist.  The close fit of her garb clearly demonstrates her lithe figure, the body of a dancer: trim, athletic, modestly-chested.  The belt comes off, and with it, she shrugs away the outer layer; beneath this is an improvised halter top, which she also slides free-- slowly, casting a sly look his way beneath her blonde bangs, making a game of undressing.<br/><br/>Ruby completes a half-turn as she dangles the halter from one finger and unties the white loincloth she's been wearing.  Naked now, there are signs of past turmoil on her body: scars on her legs and hands, the kind that look to have been done with weapons and edged things-- but she is young and healthy, not much more than seventeen years old.  Even though she's blushing a bit (a coloration which goes all the way down to her chest), it's the flush of self-consciousness rather than shame at her nakedness.  Ruby even takes a moment to strike a pose: one lithe leg to the side, hands behind her head, chest tilted forwards and eyes to the side...<br/><br/>And in the completion of her half-turn, she catches the eye of the other girl in the room.  "You too, sister dear~," Ruby says, sing-song alluring.<br/><br/>Cerulean, for her part, blinks.  Then her eyes go wide.  "Wait.  What?"<br/><br/>But it's too late to protest; Ruby grabs the other girl and drags her in front of Chorgath before Cerulean can get stubborn or clingy about it.  Ruby only stops when she has positioned Cerulean a yard's span from him.  From this point of view, the Exalt can see Cerulean has the curvier physique of the two; Cerulean's is blushing furiously as the other girl begins undressing her, exposing the curve of her shoulders, the fuller bosom, the sway of her waist, the hourglass shape.  Cerulean endures this with some embarrassment, only vocalizing a little 'meep!' when Ruby has her fully naked and spins her a hundred and eighty degrees by the shoulders.  Lazily, Ruby wraps her arms around the other young woman's waist, hands coming together just above Cerulean's tailbone, and rests her head on her shoulder.  "Does my Lord like what he sees?"<br/><br/>And from her place in the corner of the room, Sondok twists her fingers in the matted, filthy fur of her hound.  She is feeling permissive; if her pet wishes to indulge itself, she will allow it to do so.