Northstar Vale with parted lips in fragrancy of prayer: unearth everything that’s in me

archiving! im gna miss her oml

"What if,"  –  pale, pantherine purr, all prancing and petal-footed from the schnick! of the siren's fangs  –  "you act as ze man beneath me, instead?"  Rubied crown canting at Kalika, considering:  "That way, you can use what masculine knowledge you know against me, and I can mold my own sort of ... cruelty."  The fatale was her mentor, after all, and she could easily rebuke the stricken's suggestion by reinforcing her original lesson.

But with her eventual consent, Undómiel crooned, and so the tutelage began anew.