Inori had killed the wealthy before.  Murdered them at their dinner table in fact, all of them.  The memory drew a grim smile to her lips and she could almost taste the release.  Fingers curled as if she were feeling the knife in her hand one more time and feeling the push and give of flesh.  Almond eyes narrowed while she gave that disturbing smile.  Scarred flesh tugged on one side of her face.  The other half showed a more picturesque countenance of femininity and beauty.  Perhaps she would have been a beauty in another life, but not now.  She almost stood to confront the woman, almost.  Inori knew her place though and had enough restraint to refrain, for now.<br/><br/>Her reward came at the subtle yanking of the chain on the wayward woman.  That smile became a snarl when the woman drew closer.  A growl once more rising from her chest as a warning to keep her distance.<br/>