ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
The succubus was pleased that her little temptation seemed to be bearing some sort of fruit as Oded pulled her lean leg over the expanse of his lap and then let his hand map the new terrain. At the Prince's comments about Kennet, Janis couldn't help but smirk over the rim of her glass before taking another sip. Then there was talks of mistress and wasn't that a double edge knife. Exactly what she wanted to discuss for so many reasons but the reminder of its predicament left the burn of the vodka to not hold as much pleasure.
"The Conundrum does not," she said smoothly. "As it stands, she doesn't need to know. Does she need to know, dear Prince?" Should she tattle? Janis moved her hand through her braids, letting them spill over a narrow shoulder. "But since you've brought her up," the succubus put down her half-finished glass with care before sitting back up and boldly slid her little body astride Oded's lap much like a demanding cat.
She sat comfortably, confidently as she picked ideally at the Prince's shirt. "Though I am not a First, don't you think it interesting that a witch has been able to hold me?" Janis smoothed her hands over Oded's chest before leaning herself into his warmth. "She's linked to something. Something old. Something dark." Old even to Namaah. One of the first to be born from Man's first Sins. "Just like Management. Aren't those curious thoughts?" What power could Elia be linked to that could help feed and contain something like Namaah? What dark force kept this blood and magic that they were housed in going?