<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/36/68/13/3668135e7257e12a9d6d14483073c7bd.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Adelaide Meeks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269826.msg13302961#msg13302961)</strong></span><br/><br/>Place:     A strange room with stranger people.<br/>Tagging:  The Wicked and the Dead<br/><br/><br/><br/>Adelaide was forced to jump to grasp at items on the top shelf. Apparently her shopping spree had not entirely finished. She at last caught hold of a polished bronze mask (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/03/e7/20/03e720fdb17a7cdd22cbbd0ad5d4c363.jpg), dragging it off the top shelf. It had been a simple thin sheet of bronze that someone had intricately cut patterns through. Experimentally, she put it on and examined herself in the mirror. She knew the despicable tasks that awaited her out in that world of pain, things so upsetting that she tried to avoid dwelling on it.<br/><br/>In her first life of hedonism, masochism, sadism & every other ism that had tickled her fancy had been indulged. They say the path of excess leads to the palace of wisdom and she had walked the path of excess more than a few nights wearing nothing but cum and blood. She had made herself into something fearsome.<br/><br/>Now... she was going to be forced to make herself into something else. Regal yet humble, virginal once more each dawn, warm and welcoming. It was a game that apparently Maldred had indulged in before and she knew it was best to hide her nature if she was to be effective in drawing in souls for Malcanthet. Never the less... she was not without her own appetites and needs.<br/><br/>If she was forced to be a song bird in the light of day, she was going to be a fucking monster the rest of the time! She would whisper her own tales of terror by the fireside and she would indulge still in the bounty of pain behind a mask. Yes, she quite liked that idea. Adel snatched the mask off and found a thin but billowing cloak and hood for nefarious outings. She wrapped the cloth about her new face, before pocketing it within the folds of her long dress.<br/><br/>Satisfied, she grasped a fleece scarf, and began to wrap it about her knuckles as she moved to catch up the the retreating form of Cassandra. If Adelaide Meeks had learned anything from her time in oblivion, it was that it was on some level reassuring to have like minded acquantances. She found Cassandra as the heiress laid out her clothes atop a bed. She seemed out of sorts and Adelaide assumed she was looking for one of her soothing baths. The Lady Meeks had not put too much thought into the why or wherefores for the girl's fascination with cleanliness. Perhaps she was subconciously trying to wash away her sins and shame or perhaps given that she was an unpredictable tinderbox of mystical energy, she sought out the water to soothe her.<br/><br/>Adelaide stepped in front of her wordlessly at first, lifting her own arms up and over the taller girl's head. The four inch lift of her heels still wasn't enough for them to stand eye to eye, as Adelaide's rough fleece scarf settled in the small of Cassandra's back. She was firm but slow as she pulled Blackbriar close against her, the lithe girl's body impossibly cool against Cass' naked flesh. Adel's lips brushed softly against her collarbone, her lips moist and cool against the pale skin. She breathed deeply, taking in the scent of her prisoner and she let it out after a long pause as a soft sigh, "<strong>... make no mistake. You did not thwart my advances through some trick of your blood or the force of your will.</strong>"<br/><br/>Entangled close to her, Adel's knee lifted up between Casandra's thighs, her eyes unwavering and predatory as the soft fabric of the new dress tickled up against her sex. Adelaide's breath was somehow sweet and citrusy, though she had not yet dined in this new body. She trembled, the giddy nervous control of a dog forced to keep a treat balanced on her muzzle, "<strong>In all candor, I was going to make a meal of you, you know. But I did not because I savor obsession. The only kind of love that is true. I do not lay broken glass out and beckon them to crawl. They do so of their own volition, believing that I am worth any consequences in this life and the next.</strong>"<br/><br/>Meeks traced a line of cool fire down from her collarbone to her breast, her rough tongue savoring the new flesh. Her knuckles were white around the scarf now as she held the girl captive against the slow grinding of her leg between Blackbriar's thighs, "<strong>I did not make a meal of you because I think your passion might be all together too volatile, and I enjoy you too much to see you bloody your knees for me.</strong>" She lifted her soft kiss away from Cassandra's breast, questing up towards the tiefling's own lips. Rather than allowing her the kiss, Adel's mouth parted with another soft sigh as she gently bit Cassandra's lower lip. She pulled playfully with her teeth before releasing her lip with a short laugh, "<strong>But I think better of coddling you now. Death did remarkably little to stop me, and if there is no consequnces beyond the grave, then why not indulge every depravity? Your passion could set the world on fire... I think I very much want to see that some day.</strong>"<br/><br/>