Lion Head Mesa akuma

satsu accepted his honeyed name. ramesses was pleased then that he had seen so righteously fit to bestow it upon her. she truly was a royal sort. he had seen her grow polished within these halls, curved and confident, commanding. curious, still.
he did not speak again of what was to come. there was little left now for pharaoh but a rampant anticipation.
"have you thought of the best way to impress our guests?" he inquired, knowing satsu to be a swift wit and as cunning as he. his eyes invited her closest thoughts.