"As beautiful as the moon." She walked out from a doorway that may not have existed before, shadows clinging to her before finally shedding in the misty daylight that poured through the nearest window. The strange madam of the house did not touch Nuala, but she did linger -- her hands ghosting just along her shoulders before pausing at the tops of her arms. Leaning closely in, enough for her icy breath to be felt against the warm of Nuala's cheek, she whispered low in her ear in a voice that was nearly a growl. "You tempt me in the best ways.." (Have a slightly feral fae Mina )
The gold flush that covered the elf princess’s cheeks was indicative more of her breathless anticipation than any kind of fear. She had long ago learned that Gemina—Mina, she insisted—meant her no harm. Rather, the dark fae seemed to worship the very air she occupied. Her touch was always gentle, never insistent. Nuala could feel need in it, and desire, of course, but nothing that would take what was not freely given. The lips of Nuala’s too-wide mouth parted as her heartbeat picked up its pace a little.
“And how much more will I tempt you before you succumb?”
