<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/pAcQcqu.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Erza Hushbane</span></em></span><br/>Tiefling Sorceress<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Somewhere around the Festival, playing a little hard-to-get.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anabelle, Xilupha<br/><hr/><br/>Erza watched as the phaux-elven woman bounced up to her, took her hand, and kissed the top of it. It was an action that sorceress allowed, albeit with a hint of resignation at the fowardness. Xilupha’s occupation seemed to be having an effect on the woman. Not that Erza minded- She quite preferred being fawned over.<br/><br/><em>”How are doing? Enjoying the Festival already?”</em><br/><br/>The Succubus-Spawn shut the book, placing it on the table.<strong>”Suffice to say, I am a touch underwhelmed.”</strong><br/><br/>When the half-elf moved to nibble her ear, Erza responded a little differently. She pushed the woman’s head back with a finger, leaning away.<strong>“Hmhm. You know, one tends to have a drink first, when they are feeling thirsty.”</strong>She claimed. It wasn’t that Erza found Xilupha unappealing. In fact, she wouldn’t mind spending the evening putting this drow in her place. Not at all. However, Erza preferred to be the one taking the initiative. The Tiefling’s preference for domination tended to precede her. Tasting Erza’s lobe was a luxury Xilupha would have to<em>earn</em>, and only after a long night of submission. The drow would have to learn to kiss Erza’s boots, before earning the right to kiss the woman’s hand.<br/><br/>At this point, Anabelle returned, and not a moment too soon. When it came to restoring the mood, the tiefling could find few things more effective than Belle. For Erza, there was never a time when keeping the slave on their toes was not a welcome, entertaining distraction.<br/><br/>When the slave asked if she should get another distraction, Erza’s hand darted out, giving her a sharp, “educational” slap on the slave’s rear.<strong>”If you saw her here, you should have brought a second cup before returning.”</strong>She lectured. Despite her tone, Erza was not actually displeased. In fact, this was a standard thing for her to do. For anyone not conditioned into believing they needed constant correction in order to be useful, it was quite clear that Erza very much enjoyed hunting for even the smallest of slights her slave could display.<br/><br/><strong>”Please, allow her, Clissrys.”</strong>She would say casually, returning her attention to the false-elf.<strong>”If she doesn’t learn her lesson now, she never will.”</strong>Looking back, she would say to her slave.<strong>”Go fetch another goblet... And think long and hard about how you should be conducting yourself tonight.”</strong><br/>