Lion Head Mesa [m] Sidewinder

“I do wish.” He watches her movements, deliberately graceful as she flanks him like a sidecast shadow.

They are brought to his chambers and under the archway she grazes the span of his shoulder with her’s as she passes. In the center of the room she turns to consider the prince, it is to see the taper in his nose and the desert in his legs and not for the humanity in him.

“I have an idea about the kind of man you are, Naberius. I think you’d rather be teased than pleased. I think you like to hunt for your women. Is this true?” She smiles darkly.

"Ask me your questions."