[ Akua's laugh is rich like honey and wine, as Hayame complains about her clothes. Her fingers turn away from the nape of her neck, and find the collar of her robe, before drifting down the line of it, along the collar, and then closer to where the two sides fold over one another. She plays with it idly, even as she pulls away slightly to offer Hayame a heated look with hazy golden eyes, and her perfect lips (though smudged from her lipstick) don't look worse for it. ]
Because it's better to anticipate, dear heart.
The more you struggle, the more needy you become, and the more needy you become, why... the better it is. For the both of us.
[ She doesn't say it like it's obvious, but she does say it like it's normal (it isn't) but her fingers do start to play with the tie on her robe, and she starts to untie it. Her lips move forward again, a momentary reprieve something she can't indulge in longer, because her own hunger is bubbling like heat in her belly, like hunger for power and acclaim, it's all the same emotion for a Praesi. They hunger for everything they can get their greedy hands on, and Hayame is her target now. ]
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Because it's better to anticipate, dear heart.
The more you struggle, the more needy you become, and the more needy you become, why... the better it is. For the both of us.
[ She doesn't say it like it's obvious, but she does say it like it's normal (it isn't) but her fingers do start to play with the tie on her robe, and she starts to untie it. Her lips move forward again, a momentary reprieve something she can't indulge in longer, because her own hunger is bubbling like heat in her belly, like hunger for power and acclaim, it's all the same emotion for a Praesi. They hunger for everything they can get their greedy hands on, and Hayame is her target now. ]