Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20170106033440

She takes her hand. "All right. Just remember, you consented.  Hehehe..."

-BAMF- They both disappear before Marcus' eyes.

Samia finds herself in the ballroom. Cyndwella stands not far off, her hands on her hips.

"Hmmm...you know something? You're being a pretty good sport about all this.  Lemme see if I can't make things a bit more...accommodating.  Hehe..."

In a shimmer, the sanguine, gothic interior is replaced by a brightly lit, open space. It's a desert shrine. An open pavilion inside a walled-in stone building, open at the top to allow the bright sunshine down in great, golden shafts. A colonnade surrounds them, itself covered in lush greenery and orchids, and everywhere inside planted palm trees hide birds of paradise as they sing. They stand in the very center, next to a fountain of sapphire water, silk pillows and draperies on a lush rug on the ground.

"There. How's that?" Cyndwella, her hands on her hips, looks around the surroundings. She now wears the skimpy outfit of a desert slavemaster, with golden bangles on her wrists and heavily lined eyes. "The Pharaohs in the Mori use this place when they feel homesick. I read about it in a book, and came up with this look myself.  Not bad, huh?"