Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181222065744

(BT) Imperia is now the color of an apple as Jorge has pushed the joke beyond her expectations. She holds onto the Knight, her breathing heavy and her eyes sparkling with possibilities.

“I’m not sure, Sir Knight. How does this end?” Imperia’s arms wrap further around Jorge’s neck, her lips so close To his that spectators would think something was about to happen.

“Why do you tease me?” Imperia mutters. Her eyes are glazed over, a beautiful cross between conscious and entranced. She looks upon Jorge with a sense of want, yet her professionalism holds back her advance. The Vampiress’ silver eyes sparkle like gem stones as she surrenders to the moment.

“You, are so cruel to me, Sir Knight....”

Suddenly Jorge feels a tug on the exposed clothe tunic he wears. Looking down, the giant sees the tiny Dhampir with a fistful of his clothing.

“What are you and mama doing?”