Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170714041047

(Hound) "Oh, yes, we will be friends.  And tonight, I am your servant.  But I am no slave, except to desire..."

Sahar then pulls an extraordinary feat. Undulating her body, she begins to slide the shotglasses---still filled---around her body. It almost looks as if the glasses are staying still and she is moving underneath them, so smooth is her movement. She bends and twists until she is coiled around Samia's legs, the glasses still balanced on her perfectly, but now on different parts of her body.

Delicately she plucks one that rests on her shoulder. She holds it up, her red eyes looking deep into Sam's.

"...And I have eaten my share of light, O bright one. Tonight, if you choose the chase, you will dance with me in the dark..."

She holds the glass up to her lips. In one swift motion, she dips a fang in it, and Samia can see a tiny drop of blue liquid dissipating in the liquor.

She offers it to Samia, palm up. "The game is mine. But the move is yours..." She smiles and licks her lips.