Galyxx came not insubstantial, but wrapped in flesh stolen from the Prime in preparation for this meeting. The unimaginably beautiful daughter of a mighty king, bethrothed to the son of a neighboring king in hopes that their marriage would end centuries of feuding and war; she had dreamed a tentative, half-realized fantasy of what it would be like to share a bed with a man for the first time, and Galyxx had found her and taken her body. As her muzzled, sleeping mind wove its way through a dream of unending and vaguely defined pleasure, her body walked of its own accord into the maw of Xinivrae's lair. A half-dozen similarly wondrous women trod meekly behind, pacified beneath Torahime's charms.<br/><br/>Do not be rude, Xinivrae. You know you are but a shadow of what you once were, as I am a shadow of what I will grow to be. You have adopted this plane, but I was born of this plane - molded by it, shaped by it. Even at the heart of your power, you are not so much my better as to threaten me so effortlessly. Besides, I have brought gifts, and a friend to meet you. We wish to speak and to bargain, for mutual benefit and unsurpassed gain to both of us.