Deepwood Weald Construct my summer home.

Hooked, reel him in. She could see it- whether in his glossy eyes or that tentatively curious step forward. Huā had him now, didn't she? And yet he still spoke of disrespect to his leaders. What a nice boy. If only my members were more like this: ever-obedient. But it seemed to Huā that the string holding him to his values was only so thick, and it was getting thinner and thinner with her every little accented word. 

And so she would try her best to snap it with subtley. No disrespect to Hydra- she still wanted that alliance- but the queen must never know. It was nothing personal, she was just a servant to her body for the time being, and there was no other way to quench that thirst. But I think sometimes, good to follow your heart. Your gut. I am sure that sometimes, you want rebel. Right? She asks, voice taking on a slightly more foxy tone as she creeps closer on ebony toes, tail waving in the air behind her, spreading that perfume around.