Angeline and AlistairWhere:
Ad Gustum DungeonsWhen:
Sunday was supposed to be a day for family, for the Lord, for self-contemplation. For Angeline of course that meant almost the complete opposite, which was why she found herself eager to visit her more permanent vampire pet almost as soon as she woke up. Other engagements stopped her from doing so until the afternoon, though, and then of course she had spent a good amount of time picking the perfect outfit
as per the ritual. Before entering the place Alistair called home Angeline picked up her whip, the sting of the silver etched into it giving her inspiration if any was lacking. Inside the dungeon there was already a box filled with Angeline's rejected silver jewelry which she liked to put on Alistair and watch the patterns it marked into his skin.
Very slowly Angeline unlocked the door to Alistair's little slice of heaven, and a moment of insecurity took over as she wondered if she ought to be here without Tanith. The moment was fleeting, however, and since Angeline rarely lacked self-confidence she got over it very quickly. Of course she ought to be here, he was his to train on and this was her place (as well as her sister's, but that wasn't important right now). With her confidence fully restored Angeline walked fully into Alistair's dungeon, a pang of nervous excitement coursing through her body like electricity. She walked to the table where the jewelry box stood, placed the whip next to it and opened it, proceeding to display the many beautiful pieces of silver jewelry she had been given, right where Alistair could see them. She had seen deranged torturers display tongs and pincers, scissors and cleavers the same way she now displayed chokers and earrings, pendants and bracelets. Angeline made no effort to acknowledge Alistair's presence, preferring to let him watch instead of thinking this was a collaborative effort.