Lion Head Mesa Viper

“It is my profession, too,” comes her steady breath, still holding the woman’s arm.

The warrior must know the sentiment behind her own words. She must understand the fellahin’s role here, in Akshingo, is to serve the masses. The power dynamic at play. Though she cannot know how precious a thing it is for Eset to maintain, how important it is to cultivate an esteemed reputation here. To stay in the palace.

And it is this that draws her eyes to the warrior, spinning an illusion as she has done before- to make them forget if only for an evening.

“Would this please you Zaahira, to be touched?” To her cheek she raises her paw, offering her everything. She need only ask.