Lion Head Mesa [sc] [M] Diamonds Under my Eyes

Thank you <3

Don't give it out for free? Machiavelli's sudden outpouring of laughter was rich. Do you think anyone does? Here in Akashingo desires are both indulged—and weaponized, dear. Power is the ultimate currency, and pleasure the ultimate form of power, is it not? A serpentine grin illuminated his face, venomously hypnotic eyes fixed on the newcomer. Machiavelli pulled his drink close, the contents within scintillating in the dim light, a chilling glint in his gaze that suggested thoughts far from innocent.

I can appreciate a man of values, let's see how long you'll stick to them, Machiavelli murmured, his voice dropping to a low purr as he tipped back the contents into his waiting mouth.

Sesh, hmm? The fellahin repeated thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took another look at the man through the heavy fringe of his blonde lashes. Indeed, Machiavelli agreed. He reached out and retrieved the berry from the man's outstretched paw, rolling it under one pearl-pink nail with deliberate slowness.

His gaze lingered on the berry, a flicker of something dark and hungry flashing in his eyes before he looked back up at the obsidian man. You don't have to convince me, Izaiah, he said with a soft chuckle. Then, with a fluid motion, he popped the berry into his mouth, his teeth closing around it with a satisfying pop, his expression one of almost predatory satisfaction.