@laybeside ;; Lilith would never do something so crude as spread her legs on her throne as she makes the offer, but her posture and her honeyed grin still manage to make her meaning clear. "Come, Beelzebub. Prove your fealty."
There was no telling what Lilith wanted when she had first called upon the Prince of Hell, it always varied on the mood or on the day of business. Professional or otherwise, Beelzebub prepared themselves for both. This, however, had not been. Their head tilted down, they gave a stern nod. It’s not a punishment for mentioning another uprising, though bold as they were, they knew now was not a time for rebellion. And that needed to be proven to Lilith and Satan, their alligence more important than the chaos of the office they looked over. When they took a step forward, the flies that swarmed around their head stayed back; a cloud hovering in the centre and intertwining. Kneeling down, they situated themselves between Lilith’s legs, keeping eye contact with their Queen. Slowly and with the confidence that came with knowing exactly what their place was, they drew their hands forward, tracing from Lilith’s knees and up along her thighs, short black-paint nails teasing at flesh. Normally, they would be hungry, gluttonous in their actions to devour, but not to her. The actions could be confused with kindness, but it was pure worship as they bowed their head forward, nipping at bone of her knee and moving further in.
