Her black diamond necklace hung just above the alabaster flesh of her bust. Eisheth-Zenunim Vyshaan was a senior member of the most rapidly growing noble house in Arvyndaar and thanks to a Rod of Splendor was always immaculately dressed.<br/><br/>Eisheth passed by her cover sister Lenore, who's long leathery black dress looked like it might be part of her body, Lenore looked to Eisheth over the rim of a champagne glass. “You know if one of the hags in a coven falls in love her sisters are bound to kill her..” She said, glaring at Eisheth. “...What a bunch of idiots they must be!” Lenore exclaimed after her pause causing the two women to laugh together at the joke.<br/><br/>Even at leisure Eisheth-Zenunim was going over various plans in her mind. The expansion of her castle had drained her coffers, even with the surplus funds from her new demon allies. She had to keep Helen and Alhazrad focused, those two could make miracles with magic but would blow through a small fortune in doing it.<br/><br/>The palace hall and fore were filled with those of affluence and means, at least in some quantity, but the highest title would belong to His Royal Highness Prince Jerion. Sadly, he was not a ruling prince. Not since his brother had imprisoned and exiled him. AT the moment he was talking to Mara in the commons where Eiseth displays all the removed sex organs of all the men she has loved and conquered over the past many decades. Three different bodies were perfectly preserved and animated for display as well. She did enjoy claiming such mementos when fate drew her away from someone, when she got bored of them, or just when she felt like it. Several enchantments in the room kept flesh warm and lifelike. Jerion enjoyed the atmosphere.<br/><br/>He hadn't said much to Mara in the past but that was about to change. He has blocked the lilitu off 5 minutes ago and hadn't stopped monologing to her yet. “Being a good monarch requires looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies, so we were a real natural at it.  We are also a good liar because we have a good memory. The truth is for people who are too lazy to lie. They can only be counted on to recite what really happened rather than a different version for each audience. But... if we admit that we are a liar, isn't that the truth? We also love presents, and speaking of presence we were told you could be one of us. Join with us and never be alone again!....We'll except for when you travel to another plane or we sever your thread because we like someone else better. . ."<br/><br/>Eisheth made her way over to Jerion and Mara. She could tell her beloved friend was excited, and when he got excited he became even more difficult to understand.<br/><br/>