Chimera Fields may it be a light to you in dark places

A wave of satisfaction washed upon her mind as his chestnut gaze travelled her figure, allowing the doe to slip even further into the mindless, sultry dance. There was no stopping her now, not when he had entertained her so far - she was unaware exactly what she desired on this bitter morning (just a warm snuggle, or something more), but she knew for certain that it involved him. 

"Vyn Reigns," she whispered, lithe figure sidling up to him so that their breath would mingle in the frosted air, their eyes interlock; if he made no move to push her back, the queen would advance further, preen the crimson of his nape in her attempts to tempt him. Men could be consumed by greed, and she intended to inveigle this one further...