[m] Everybody wants to rule the world

She stopped her retreat and turned to look at him, her eyebrows raised in a mocking way. "Well points for the manners." she hummed, her eyes sparkling. She could tell he was just about done with her games, worn out.

Padding back to the little clearing, she sat down, turning to face the man once again. Her posture was regal but seductive. Something you could look at, but not touch.

"What is it that you want, Crescendo?" she drawled in a velvety voice that was touched with seduction.