<strong>Location: Faeremhara's bedchambers<br/>Time: Early Morning</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Faeremhara Llaeloth</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132185.msg5877576#msg5877576)</span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1166.photobucket.com/albums/q609/Sister_Acacia/drow-hierarchy.gif)</div><strong>HP:</strong>99/99<br/><strong>AC:</strong>13 (flat 10, touch 13)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal, Nude (Unarmoured, no ability score enhancements)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Slipping out of her resting trance, never truly sleeping, Faeremhara opened her eyes. Her body had rested, and her thoughts were organised, leaving her ready to prepare for the day ahead - of course, she could only prepare for what she expected, so she intended on trying to keep all the others as busy as possible. After all, the more that potential enemies and heirs are reacting to each other or her plans, the less they are able to act against her. Sitting up, she smiled at her bedpartner of the night - of many nights, recently - Janafae.<br/><br/>She knew Janafae was not as submissive as she seemed, that although it was the dragon who was truly in control of the relationship between the two, she would not lie down for just anyone, and had a strong spirit. It did occur to the Matron Mother that her partner might just be biding her time to go for the throat when her guard was down, or to slowly manipulate her and control her like a puppet. But in the meantime...<br/><br/>She had learned not to live a life of paranoia, as excessive worry would be the death of her. Instead, through harsh retribution against enemies, but kind acts and gifts for those who even pretended to show loyalty and submission, she felt she mostly had control - a situation where few were too eager to strike out against her, no-one wanting to act until they knew they could win, and few trusting one another enough to form an alliance. It was a matter of fact that her rule would end when her successor cleverly arranged her death, she knew that, but the longer she could avoid it, the better, and in the meantime she intended on enjoying life. For herself, and for Lolth.<br/><br/><em>And on that note, it will soon be time for prayer, and then... yes, I should talk to the higher-ups in my services and make sure there are sufficient tasks, look into the running of the businesses, and go about the daily management.</em><br/><br/>Slowly, her hand snaked down, sliding along Janafae's cheek, then her neck, shoulder... and finally her breast, pinching one nipple.<br/><br/>"No need to lie dormant, daughter. It is time to awaken. Will you kneel and join me in prayer this morning, before we bathe and dine?"<br/><br/>When praying with another, she had... her own way. She would don a harness with a long, rounded obsidian toy, her prayer partner would kneel, lowering her upper body to the bed and raising her hips, and Faeremhara would enter her, leaning over her partner for the entirety of the prayer. But always, she gave the offer, not a demand: it was her hope that such "kindness" would help garner respect and admiration, if not love.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I really hope the "Do Not Look" thing just says "Hey, what did I tell you?" in it. Not checking though, in case there are actual secrets.<br/><br/>And in answer to what you wondered, Kunoichi: quite okay :D<br/></div></div>