<div class="floatright">(http://www.millaj.com/pics/uv151.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center">Zoe Lirlun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=94371.msg4117433#msg4117433)<br/></div><br/>Within what seemed to be a blink the noble woman was near her. Did Zoe feint there for a moment?<br/><br/><strong>"Lirlun, Apprentice to Archmage Nazhun, Zoe Lirlun"<br/></strong><br/>It just spilled out. Her master trained her never to tell anyone who works with Demons your name, but it just felt right to do so. The woman ... the noble woman ... was<em>gorgeous</em>. It seemed she had an air about her to dispell the fear that seemed so distant now. It was so sudden, Zoe felt taken back as if she behaved like a scared child jumping at a shadow in-front of others she wanted to ... impress.<br/><br/>A very well executed courtesy followed then her touch softly guided Zoe's eyes to hers .. and it was heaven.. it was if the rest of the world was more of a dream and her eyes real. Thoughts of being intimate with other women, thoughts Zoe often thought of when drifting off to bed seemed to tumble back into the foreground, there was a promise about the woman. As if shame from such crude thoughts was lifted and dispensed with like ashes on the wind.<br/><br/>Her scent was soft, it didn't have an edge of appearing abruptly like other perfumes did, it seemed to subtly mimic some Zoe found herself testing in markets but never finding the time to buy them. Something was strong about it to, proud.<br/><br/>Zoe blinked then recalled the woman wanted her to take a seat. It seemed so obvious, why was she still standing she should ... sit ... yes. Slowly Zoe bent down with crossed legs  and assumed a meditative posture right where she was. (http://s3.amazonaws.com/pixmac-preview/000047226347.jpg) No chance of legs buckling now, no chance now of doing something to loose face to her ... Zoe felt special, the woman had chosen her, specifically. Zoe.<br/>