Senna speaks as Fallon approaches, still comfortable with business as usual, not yet even aware that she became prey the moment she entered the tent.  "Well, yes, the weight is a part of the price you pay for the protection, though it should be a little lighter than what you had before and- and-" And then she realizes the predator has caught her.  The two women are a stark contrast in the magical light.  Fallon, with her bronze skin, her red hair, full of life and passion.  Senna, with her pale, almost gray pallor, that silver hair that makes her seem almost colorless, as nervous as can be.  Yet, as is all to easy, that pale skin goes flush, as Fallon fills her with that pink tint, that sign of life.<br/><br/>The elf inches closer, her hand slipping past Senna's armor, bypassing all defenses without resistance.  The touch is like a shock to her system, nearly shutting her mind down entirely.  Yet one little corner remains.<em>Why?  Why am I so afraid?</em>This isn't the first time she's been with a woman by any stretch.  That one corner whirs furiously to come up with a reason, while Fallon's lips drift closer, her scent grows stronger.  And then, she realizes; every woman she had been with before now, she pursued, she picked, she hunted, she claimed.  And now, this woman so powerful that even her caress threatens to overwhelm the merchant comes before her.<em>This fear... is this what they felt when I went after them?  Is this what it feels like to submit, fully and completely?</em><br/><br/>Contact.  As those perfect lips meet her neck, that last corner of Senna's mind goes haywire, repeating the same mantra.<em>Tease me.  Take me.  Bend me.  Break me.</em>Her own lips meet the tip of Fallon's long, pointed ear, one of the merchant's own favorite places, while her masterful fingers slip from clasp to clasp along Fallon's armor, removing one piece at a time.  "Why, what ever could you mean?" she teases, "I fear I may need a... 'demonstration.'"