ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
Naamah didn't necessarily need to feel the magical chains that bound about the Djinn's middle, the succubus could practically taste them. What, oh what, had the power to bind this tantalizing being? That was the real mystery, wasn't it? Who, what, was Management? Naamah was a natural bloodhound for energy be it an entity or sexual in nature, it'd sniff it out in time.
For now, the demon packaged in a pretty female body listened to Kennet edge through their little game, whispering hotly in Naamah's ear. Then the fire. Oh, the fire burning down the sleek side of her cafe au late skin. Naamah gave a pained but pleased hiss as its dark power knitted the bubbled and pulled back skin from the fire as quickly as Kennet's hand had passed over.
Even though Kennet's words were meant to be down putting Naamah ignored them. An expression of bliss sat on its pretty exterior, eye's fluttering open-- void black. "Do it again," it cooed. It would not be baited by calling it the help. Naamah bit into its full bottom lip before reaching up and deftly plucking a costume off the rack they stood in like so much fruit from a tree.
The succubus brought the black little number with circular mirrors, attractive beading, and tempting lines. "I think you'll enjoy this." Naamah smirked.