Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170706021936

(Aro) Leontyne listens intently, quietly drumming her talons on the arm of her throne. She looks at Tyuule in an almost appraising way, as if reserving her innermost thoughts. She finally speaks.

"That's quite a tale, Highnesses...you were lucky to have your man come along when he did. And it seems you fit right in with the rest of your plane-travelling friends, Mr. President.  I can't say I'm surprised, given some of the tales I've heard.  Makes me wonder why you keep coming back here, heh!...OOP!"

In her slightly inebriated humor, she juggles her empty goblet before gaining control and setting it down, where a servant fills it up.

"Heh...sorry about that. If you had caught me three hours earlier I probably would have something fundamentally profound to say, but right now, I'm about a bottle deep and the evening shows no sign of slowing down.  ZURIE!!"

The Black Dragon jumps at hearing her name being called and walks over. "Yes, Your Eminence, what is it?" She asks, exasperated.

Leontyne snaps her fingers. "Back against the throne, between my knees."

Zurie sighs and sits with her back to Leontyne, her head between her legs. Leontyne reaches down and pulls down the shoulders of Zurie's maid outfit and begins to massage her shoulders. Zurie looks surprised, but then her eyes roll up and she slumps with a satisfied moan, letting Leontyne knead her tired muscles.

"As I was saying, I hope you brought your appetites and your boredom, because both can be cured tonight quite easily." She gives a sideways smile.