Blackbeak Bluff vér kalóz

the woman fought the urge to curl her lip at the stench rising into her nares. his words distracted her, however -- she hmmed beneath her breath. despite erzsébet's delicate, almost helpless appearance, she was no airy whelp, and along with a deep wellspring of strength, she possessed a raw and dark vein of barely controlled malice. 

"intriguing," she intoned, deciding they were at enough of an impasse to pull away without losing face. "treasures, you say?" there was but one thing erzsébet lusted for above all else, but she did not think this man could provide it for her. however, perhaps he might present her with the means to grasp it for herself.

"i am a countess; i serve no other woman," she warned him with a cold stare. however, the ice melted as soon as it had appeared; erzsébet sidled closer, having grown accustomed to his odor. "perhaps we might serve one another?" she breathed with a smile as mirthless as it was black. "i know what it is men desire, and if you are able to present me with my most desired bauble ... i see no reason why i should not follow suit."

"now then," erzsébet continued after a moment, "what is your name?"