Her eyes seemed to shimmer faintly and her lips slightly curved with a little smile as Orienea moved closer after bidding her Neomah attendant to retrieve them something to drink.  She leaned slightly in towards the warmth of the other woman before speaking.  “The many different faces I find are most delightful,” she finally responds with a slightly lower tone.  It was a sweet lie, like honey to the ears, ultimately harmless.<br/><br/>“Mistress,” the Neomah spoke, having returned with the requested items, a bottle of Brandy, two glasses and a pouch full of Qat.<br/><br/>“What do you think of this celebration?” the woman in white asked Orienea after taking note of the Neomah’s return.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She scoffed at Serpent's words, “I have the blood of the elemental dragons flowing through my veins, what were you before the Yozi decided to make you their tool?”  Obviously she still considered herself far above the ‘stock’ that most others were—even the celestial exalted.  “The only thing you and I have in common is that we were both once important figures of our respective empires,” she concludes with a definite tone.<br/><br/>Her flesh was hot to the touch, not the typical warmth of another human body, but almost like hovering your hand over the warm embers of a fire.  It was not painful, but made the cooler air that much more distinct.  She showed little interest in what his hands were doing until his fingers found her slit which sent a shiver through her body.  Her breathe came heavier as he continued to tease her body with his fingers and tongue.<br/><br/>“H-hate?  No…duty and honor and strength, th-they cannot take everything from you.”<br/>