Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170715062345

(Hound) Sahar raises her brow. "And what other reason for playing is there? Money, perhaps...?"

She reaches out and takes the glass, her hand brushing against his, uncoiling from around him as she does so. Marcus reaches up to wipe hos mouth and finds he makes his lips slightly more damp, and he tastes blood. A tiny cut is on the back of his hand, no wider than a hair.

"All right, me next!" Leontyne steps up and plucks a shotglass from Sahar's sinuous tail, downing it in one shot. She winces and staggers.

"Holy mother of..." She gives her head a shake, blinking. "What in the world IS this, Sahar? Good gods, it's strong.  I like it, but, damn..." She pinches the bridge of her nose.

"It's a little...history serum," Sahar says breathily, coiling, her hands moving in a slow-motion dance. "My own special cocktail. If your fortune is true, the magic will let you hear a glimpse of the future.  If you're lucky..." Her ruby eyes lock on Hound. He hears a whisper in his mind's ear...

She will never trust you.