Snippet #1659883

"How could I tell? My, now your just playing coy." He said softly. She even had such a sweet voice, but he knew it hid a heart after his own. Yes, perhaps this god-forsaken temple, forgive the pun, would not be so terrible after all. If the other sins were half as intriguing as this woman, and the virtues a fourth as interesting.. He would find this a wondrous vocation, but back to the present. Oh this sin was a treat. She was refined but also armed with beauty, wit, and elegance.

He felt her soft fingertips dance across the surface of his skin, it was a shame. She had seen a hand.. but had settled for a handshake, how simplistic. He was going to kiss her hand as befitting someone of worth, or perhaps if she was devious she could have kissed his hand, oh.. not everyone could be.. perfect. He raised an elegant eyebrow at her condemning of her toy.. no, her flea as she said. He gave her one of his rare true smiles, a woman after his own heart. She understood how low trash like this was.. she kept him for her own enjoyment and would throw him away once tired of him. Yes, this was indeed something the strong had the rights to.

"Oh, but I do not want to know you as Rosalie Ranger. I much prefer Rose." He said in a soft, almost husky whisper. Oh yes she was lust. Her low.. inviting tone had stired him. It seemed even he was not completely immune to her charm, but why fight such a thing? She was someone who like him understood how to use another for their own pleasure and amusement. She said his name in that same tone.. yes, a voice he would hear call his name more often. "You may call me Verda.." He said his eyes locking onto theirs, but still occasionally traveling across her body. It was something that one could not merely ignore. "Rose.." He said contemplatively. "A beauty beyond compare but barbed. Is its beauty worth the risk of grabbing it?" He mused.

He let his eyes rest on her for awhile, he was quite sure she knew the answer. She had known the answer her entire life men having succumbed to it, and even perhaps some women. "Of course its worth the risk.. Little would not be." He decided. He was not deaf. He had heard the other unimportant man speak, a thick accent that Rose's flea lacked, he had simply not been worth his time in answering. A prince of cats.. Oh, how lovely. He was always so fond of cats. It was a shame that the man lacked the spine to say it to him, but insects would be insects.

To his mild surprise a woman came in.. she herself was also rather striking. Not as striking as lust, but something was off about her. Verda could not place it. Before he could introduce himself, she crumpled to the floor and for the first time Verda was lost for words. What was this? So.. strange. He crouched next to her watching her with curiosity. He had not been able to get a good luck at her face, so he gently reached down for her chin to lift it up. He was curious as to if she would move. "And you, my dear, are?"