<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/vCpZwLv.jpg)</div>Name: Vall Ha'la, Queen of Valkyr<br/>Location: Flesh Bazaar<br/>Tagging: Nayla & Juliet<br/><hr/>Indeed the touch upon Vall's thigh made her squirm, and indeed she was pent up. She was not out of her mind nor irrational however, which is why there was a moment's hesitation where she thought that maybe, just maybe, the two (well, one assumed) ladies may not in fact be of her party. It was obvious at least they were not ally of slavers, that much was a given, so either way it was safe to hedge her bets with working with them. They were mages too, such as she, skilled at the least in illusion, which made for good teammates in most areas...<br/><br/>Before she got to that however, it seemed there would be some 'bedroom negotiations' about the politics of their relationship. Ah, one of the areas of being Queen where Vall excelled (though she would still run some details by her advisors anyway, at least in terms of specifics). That was about what she was expecting having been purchased for such an amount, by such a person. Her people did find some of her dealings and discussions interesting; Vall would approach the negotiations as she approached all of them: seriously, and sensually.<br/><br/>More immediately: what was his idea to get her out of there, and would that be before or after she convinces him to pound her ass like she were an experienced whore (which wasn't exactly wrong)?<br/><br/><strong>"Indeed; for the price you paid for me - and your kindness in choosing to not own me for terribly long - a discussion of the political sort is the least I can do,"</strong>she offered with a smile, as her 'companions' decided to make their exit (a shame; Vall enjoyed the fairer sex too, and they were quite attractive).<strong>"And I'm curious as to how you plan to sneak me out of here..."</strong><br/><br/>As he was seated already, Vall being close to him, she'd make sure there was plenty enough space, and would proceed to find herself a suitable space to sit...<br/><br/>...right across the hobgoblin lord's lap, her bare rump sure to be against a hopefully stiff piece of anatomical real-estate. She was a small lady, so it was not hard to fit across his lap, and with her manacles in front it was not hard to snake them slowly around his neck If he would allow (or, alternatively if he were to protest, they would be up close to his face, that she may gently brush his cheek). She wiggled slightly upon his lap, that smile of hers as playful as it was hungry...<br/><br/><strong>"...I do hope you don't plan to get rid of me <em>too</em> quickly..."</strong>she cooed with a husky tone, leaning in as close as she could to him with her chest.<strong>"A slave's previous holdings should go to their new master, right? I'm hoping my axe, shield, and boots can make their way to your hands... and the rest, if you can, but I'm not as concerned about those. Would make things a lot easier for me... so would removing the collar, if you could. I've no reason to harm you after all, and it's rather unsightly about my neck, wouldn't you agree? Leave the manacles though; I think they'll make it 'interesting'...<br/><br/>"Oh... I forget my current station!"</strong>she laughed a bit, amused at her own antics apparently.<strong>"My apologies, but it seems Queens make for terribly behaved slaves, don't we, <em>Master</em>?"</strong>