The lithe and curvaceous Southern girl walked amidst the revels with a a cheerful, one might almost say<em>innocent</em>smile on her face. Her skin gleamed a dusky gold in the light, soft and scented with myrrh and rose. The sound of screams shivered in her ears, rich and full or breathy and passionate. It didn't matter. Her teal eyes twinkled merrily with enjoyment. In some ways, she considered herself responsible for this tableau. Oh sure, she didn't have a part in killing the Unconquered Sun like<em>some</em>people but then combat was, in her view, something of a last resort anyways. She'd done<em>her</em>part in the South, beguiling tribes and influential leaders for the Lady Cecelyne, starting any number of brush wars and tribal conflicts, and sapping their defenses for when the final blow was struck.<br/><br/>She reached over to pick up a fluted glass of V'neef wine and sip delicately, her movements causing the shimmering sheath dress she was wearing to display just a bit more of the curve of her full breasts. Her dress was of black silk with reflective threads woven into it, tight enough to flatter her form, and just solid enough to prevent one from getting a full look at her treasures. Her feathery white wings stretched to either side of her, reaching to the limits of the brassy halo of light that surrounded her. She didn't<em>need</em>the wings tonight but what did it matter? She let out a light laugh that tinkled in the air. Creation was theirs now! Why hide what she was?<br/><br/>She placed a bet on two of the blood apes fighting in the arena and casually pocketed the brass coins when her fighter won. She drained her wine and helped herself to another, idly musing that she'd have to see to it that slaves tended the V'neef lands for another fine harvest next year. She accepted the praise of demons for her role in softening the South ahead of the conquest. It had been so easy really! A pretty smile, a little skin, a few words. The tribes never knew what hit them, and she duly accepted the praise that was her right. She fluttered along, sometimes walking, sometimes flying. A little hashish here, some delicious candied locusts or a decanter of chalcanth there. A little making out with a particularly beautiful Neomah that she let drape about her arm decoratively. And of course, whipping a bound slave or two, just to stay in practice. Ah! Civilization at last!<br/><br/>At some point, she did pause to wonder what mission could be so vital now that Creation was conquered. A little mopping-up? Maybe she'd get to infiltrate a resistance cell somewhere. By the Yozis that would be exciting! There was nothing quite like the looks of shock and horror when a betrayal was executed just so. Well, whatever it was, the Green Sun Princes would be more than capable. And then they could return home to bask in the glory they, by which she meant<em>she,</em>so richly deserved.<br/><br/>Life was good.<br/><br/>