<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c0/db/77/c0db77cbef981c004a07d1f8d376e85a.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/>Adelaide raised an eyebrow as Temptation leaned in close to her. Despite the fact Sena's was a new and untouched form, shaped from shadows and the will of their Mistress, Adel thought she could detect a hint of briny sea air in her hair. The kiss was gentle and playful, lips soft and warm against Adelaide's cool smirk. It ended with a nibble as Sena leaned back from her.<br/><br/>The socialite's smirk went predatory as she moved her tongue into the small of her cheek, fishing out her hidden glass blade. It was a maneuver she was practiced with and her tongue was quite talented, and so in less than a hummingbirds heartbeat, the sharp edge was bared from between her teeth.<br/><br/>The leather wrapping was salty on her tongue as her teeth dug in with a feral snarl. Her face lunged into Temptation before jerking sharply across. A full two seconds passed before the nearly invisible gash began to weep, a crimson line welling up across Sena's pale neck. And then it came in a flood, blood spraying across Adel's bared teeth as she shoved the seafarer, her breathless snarl misting crimson and saliva as she spat out the glass weapon, "You don't touch me! I touch you! I touch you!"<br/><br/>Adel brought her boot down on her face, the brittle boot blade snapping off, half of the glass arc buried in the bridge of her nose. This did not dissuade Meeks from stomping again and again, the clopping sound of wood against skull growing wetter with each descent, "No one touches me! No one touches me!" Her pale face was made ghastly by the splash of blood that stained her teeth as she hissed like an animal.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>Adelaide blinked and let out a petite cough as she came back to herself.  She blushed like a debutante who had been caught staring too long at a boy. That was odd... usually her murder fantasies involved choking. Brutal beatings was not usually her cup of tea...<br/><br/>But then she had once spoken at length to a wood worker who said sometimes it was not his own intentions that guided him so much as the grain of the wood. A block of oak sometimes guided his hands to free a mighty stallion.<br/><br/>Something in Temptation made her think violent and brutal was the way to go. Adelaide peeked at Cassandra curiously, before nodding a silent confirmation to herself.<br/><br/>Yes. She still wanted to use a rope on her. Adelaide fanned herself, moving her thoughts to less exciting terrain. There would be time aplenty to indulge her appetites with faceless merchants and stray nobles.<br/><br/>Regrettably, thanks to Meeks' flights of fancy, she had entirely lost track of the conversation and it seemed they were being handed their hats and escorted out.<br/><br/>She reached out casually to the silver tray on her way out, grasping the bottle of wine. Adelaide offered their hostess a smile, reassuring her, "It is a work related necessity, I promise, Lady Nerida."<br/><br/>And it was! The best way to get into a party one was not invited to was to bring wine. She nodded to Maldred as they exited the cavern, "I think that is the best course of action as well. Do take steps to avoid being recognized... and here. Bring some wine. I have yet to meet a guard that does not enjoy pulling a cork." She winked at Sena, blowing her a kiss, before turning her attention to Maldred, "We ladies will wait under cover for nightfall and if needed we can provide a few distractions to aid you."<br/>