Luneshale Pass bronze & wheel

The jokers little wheels started to spin spirals. Spinning circles that chattered and faltered on the edges of a kicking jesters high. Khusobek's voice sparked butterflies in her ears, and her mouth fell upon in a breath before her stomach damned itself to the ground. There's a perfect spin of unorthodox pleasure until the stomach resting birds tail shook out, a laugh coming from her mouth once there was a roar of chatter. "HAH-HAH-HAH!!" Laugh with me, laugh with me!

A playful wave of her tail rubbed the ground, her eyes put up to Khusobek with soft lids, an intrigued smile and poured attention. Nothing like she'd given Senmut. In every way, the switches were flipped. No foul taste was given towards her fellow Mazoi though. Only dancing interest. Perhaps Khu-sobek has a brain on him.

But now she believed he thought she was playing with the prince for the royals game. Khusobek played, and that interested her far more than plucking pieces herself did. "I will take what he gives me to take. I am his mazoi. The Queens mazoi. You, Khu-sobek? Have you risen in the royal game?" she asked. Khusobek, Khusobek.. Well, he was interesting!
She couldn't wait to ask Senmut if he'd heard the rumors.