[Wellspring Tower - Crissellea's Room]

"Is there anything you require, my knight?" Genesis asks gently. "Whatever you might need, it will be yours."


[Wellspring Tower - Lounge]

Apparently tiring of the conversation, Genesis abandons the subject and delicately takes one of Naethalee's ears between her teeth, bending it a little and pricking it with her sharp fangs before releasing it. "You're very bold, not to be resisting me." Her eyes return to meet the half-drow's own. "What do you think you'll gain by this?"

She's so very close, the heat of her body matched by her aura of power and danger. There is something majestic about her, and something that hints that she cannot be claimed, that any attempt to possess her will end only in tragedy.