<div class="floatleft">(http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a68/thommytsunami/emma3.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Milady de Winter</span></span><br/><em>Transgender Terror, Queen of Ice</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>0<strong>SPE:</strong>3<strong>INT:</strong>4<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>1<strong>AGL:</strong>3<strong>PER:</strong>5<br/><br/><strong>The League HQ</strong><br/><br/>Milady de Winter returned the Incubus' smile when she turned to look at him. She couldn't help but notice how his gaze wandered over her milky curves. All men had one thing on their minds, but with the Incubus it was more of a necessity.<br/><br/>"That would depend on the occasion, oui?" she replied with a twinkle in her blue eyes, ever the coquette.<br/><br/>Being so close to the Incubus, she found herself growing aroused again. She felt her hardening cock brushing against the silk of her robe. Milady de Winter found it somewhat troubling that the pale man could have such an effect on her, especially when he contained so much sexual energy as he did at that moment.  She was used to be the seducer, the one in control. Having the shoe on the other foot wasn't very comfortable. Milady de Winter pushed her more carnal feeling aside as best she could and focused on the task at hand. The Incubus was a creature of great culture, he could be helpful. And she could prove her strength to herself by not succumbing to his charms.<br/><br/>"But seriously, just the man I wanted to see. I was going through dresses for this soiree and I'm afraid I've spoiled myself too much. I can not decide which of my lovely gowns to wear. Perhaps you might help a damsel in distress, s'il vous plaît?"<br/><br/>Milady de Winter clasped her hands over her heart in mock angst as she gave the Incubus a look of exaggerated sorrow. She even got her lips to quiver a bit.