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01-21-2016, 11:46 AM
E L S A
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making..
There was something oddly satisfying about having the attention of so many males. It wasn’t that she lusted for it- but now she felt powerful. It felt like she had control over something for once in her life. Elsa dipped her head respectfully toward Rohan. She had heard his name, but never met him. It was nice to know another face. He seemed nice enough. ”The pleasure is mine Rohan, so glad I’ve been able to meet you.” She flashed a quick and brilliant smile before turning back to the pixie boy in front of her. Quentin was his name- how hilarious. It seemed oddly suiting for a man of his… ahem, looks.
”It is great to meet you as well dear Quentin.” She drug out the dear just long enough to make it sound presumptuous. Another smirk wormed its way across her features as she returned his flashy bow with one equally as over the top. Though it seemed he was done with her just as quick- he was very interested in Tembovu. Ahh. Now she turned her head to watch Tembovu as Quentin made some scandalous sounding statements. Sure they were pretty vanilla compared to a lot of things, but somehow she doubted Tembovu was used to that sort of stuff.
So of course he ruined the fun. Elsa gave him an over exaggerated frown, making it a point to be more than slightly annoying. She had no fear that Quentin would leave- he seemed smitten with her King. The stories she could tell if he ever acted upon the insinuations he was giving off. She’d have a field day running circles around Tembovu. ”Ah yes. You need to learn a bit before you can work it, if you know what I mean. We require the best of the best.” Okay, a very poorly executed sexual innuendo but it was a try. It had been years since she was able to be so sassy to anyone openly. It felt nice- regardless of the repercussions that were bound to happen. Can’t let Tembovu know she was jealous anyways. Maybe a brothel service or some weird shit would result from this- as long as the Edge stayed on top (ha… on top) it would all be okay. She let a few beats of silence pass before she spoke again. As much as she wanted the antics to continue, she did have a kind of requirement to be civil. ”But dear Quentin, we will love to have you either way.” That was a shit attempt at being civil. Glancing back at Tembovu she held back a laugh. Part of her wanted to lean over, and ever so carefully ask if he was uncomfortable… and then proceed to make him feel more discomfort.
Credits
- Any force can be used against Elsa.
- Please tag any posts that involves Elsa.
