Black Morass toward salvation

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"apologies, reverend mother." she hummed. respectful, as ione commanded nothing less. and what is isobel, if not faithful toward her queen? she would bend the knee and she would use whatever title her goddess wished; for she'd offered her nothing anyone else could. 

except for this man. perhaps he could offer her something much more pleasurable. 

she watched their interaction with a knowing smile. it seemed he was disapproving of their dominus. it would be a simple pleasure, getting to know why. but that would be for a later date. she'd have plenty of time to spin her web.

thantos. he's leering at her, in such a way that makes her chest swell with confidence and pride. yes, keep your gaze on me. she slinks away from her reverend mother's side, to now circle the man.

"mi nombre es isobel." she cooed. she steps close enough just to glide against his side for only a moment. just to tease. her gaze meets ione, and they're knowing. always knowing. 

she grins. a viper ready to strike, a black widow ready to kill. "he will not be. i will take good care of him."