[ She makes the most guiltless, happy little grunt of a moan when his fingers sink into the aching her feet. Before she bites it off, doesn't need the drive getting any more ideas as her her teeth sink into her lip. It takes the pressure off them immediately, because he is good at it and he is good at what he does and he knows it. Practised on all those Vor ladies and lords he seduces, no doubt, and there for her to reap the benefit of. What a greedy, selfish woman she was. ]

Oh yes. I would have a lover a day and kill them by night - [ Her brow is furrowed just that little in the utter concentration of how good that feels. That, like that spike of her volatile rage, takes no less than all of herself. ] - like mad old Empress, oh, whatever her name was.