06-05-2019, 03:47 PM
The champagne had relaxed her. The large lobby seemed to expand before her and the conversation between N'Sufe and Lyra faded inaudibly into the distance as Rena felt herself everything in. It wasn't Milan or Paris. It wasn't the runways here in Moscow. And definitely not the very center of the world, the Kremlin, to mingle among the richest of the rich, the famous and most powerful men and women on the planet.
But it was something. On a whim, she touched her earlobe, feeling a warmth over her shoulder, singing to her, gently pressing in upon her. Calling her. She surrendered, opening herself up submissively, felt a river gently flow into her, filling ever nook and cranny of her, until she felt...possessed. That sense of 'fullness' brought with it heightened senses and the room seemed to brighten and come alive, sensual and seductive.
She smiled, her eyes twinkling. She didn't plan on doing anything with it. It just felt good to be filled with that warmth and potential. Life. She flushed red a bit and took another sip.
Rena felt, rather than saw, the approach of the younger man. Being aware of everyone around her was something she learned from a young age. Pretending to be doing one thing while quietly pocketing some trinket required her to know where every one and every eye around her was. This ability only heightened that skill.
The scent of citrus with hints of- was it wood? Salt? The beach? All of them?- touched her nose, pulling her attention even as a strong welcoming voice rang in her ears. She didn't turn immediately, though, taking one more sip and preparing herself before turning to look up at the exquisitely beautiful man before her. He seemed to tower over her and for a moment, she felt as if she were in his shadow.
A part of her flashed anger at the feeling, a slight predatory glint of light showing in the corner of her eye. A manicured eyebrow lifted as she smiled cryptically up at him. "A few things, yes."
But it was something. On a whim, she touched her earlobe, feeling a warmth over her shoulder, singing to her, gently pressing in upon her. Calling her. She surrendered, opening herself up submissively, felt a river gently flow into her, filling ever nook and cranny of her, until she felt...possessed. That sense of 'fullness' brought with it heightened senses and the room seemed to brighten and come alive, sensual and seductive.
She smiled, her eyes twinkling. She didn't plan on doing anything with it. It just felt good to be filled with that warmth and potential. Life. She flushed red a bit and took another sip.
Rena felt, rather than saw, the approach of the younger man. Being aware of everyone around her was something she learned from a young age. Pretending to be doing one thing while quietly pocketing some trinket required her to know where every one and every eye around her was. This ability only heightened that skill.
The scent of citrus with hints of- was it wood? Salt? The beach? All of them?- touched her nose, pulling her attention even as a strong welcoming voice rang in her ears. She didn't turn immediately, though, taking one more sip and preparing herself before turning to look up at the exquisitely beautiful man before her. He seemed to tower over her and for a moment, she felt as if she were in his shadow.
A part of her flashed anger at the feeling, a slight predatory glint of light showing in the corner of her eye. A manicured eyebrow lifted as she smiled cryptically up at him. "A few things, yes."