Bad Luck Bears

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Why couldn’t she be attracted to women? Why did she have to be attracted to the sex that insisted they weren’t doing something by doing the exact thing they insisted they were not doing. Phoebe sighed and closed her eyes, pressing the heel of her hand on the space between her eyebrows as he continued to taunt her. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw her teacup at his head – yes with the piping hot tea in it. But what would that accomplish? Nothing. Not one single thing. But she could prove him very wrong about her. It wasn’t in her nature…but she mustered up her courage and did her best to emulate the calm, cool, sexy sort of confidence that other women seemed to have. Women like Rexanna. If she could channel even an ounce of the allure Rex had in her voice, she would most definitely send this idiot for a well-deserved loop. ”I am not interested in a brothel, especially to a goddess you know nothing about.” she quipped, turning to face him then. Normally warm, wide brown eyes were narrowed in a steely glare of determination, her head tilted slightly back so her chin was raised. Her hands planted themselves on her hips, which were jutted out slightly, her shoulders back as she stood with a straight back. Phoebe had delicate curves due to her tall frame, but she was still undeniable female in shape; especially when standing like that. ”What you seem to misunderstand is the deity that I have been given a task by.” Phoebe said, though not in her usual manner. She had heard Rexanna speaking at length, and now did her very best to copy her tone of voice. It was sultry, dripping with honey in a way that would call to just about anyone who might have an interest. It certainly wasn’t as perfect as Rexanna’s – Phoebe was simply mimicking a trait given by a god after all – but it was definitely a major change in her demeanor. ”You see, I have been given a task by Frey, a deity of passion, pleasure, and sexuality – which I know them to be because I actually tried to understand their nature to better serve them. They have told me to go out and have passionate sex with someone or someones. Of course, given my inexperience that will mean having lots of sex to build confidence and knowledge in order to accomplish.” Phoebe slowly walked forward, each step deliberate, not once taking her eyes off Bastien. Of course, the confidence she was exuding was all show, inside she was having a mini-panic attack. The only reason she was able to pull this off was the knowledge that this was all a show to make Bastien antsy because he was a jerk that deserved it. Phoebe stopped when she was toe to toe with him, her head tilted back to actually maintain eye contact. She was suddenly simultaneously glad and horrified that she was wearing a v-neck dress and for the same reason – his height would give him a rather nice view of décolletage. ”So here I am, out in the world, looking for someone who might assist me with this task, and here you are, doing your best to do what Safrin asked of you in what you claim to be the only way you know how…and you are making a complete fool of yourself because I pointed out that the way you worded your explanation sounded bad.” Phoebe pursed her lips in a way her eldest sister used to whenever she was cross, letting that hang in the air for a moment. If Bastien had simply taken a moment to reword his intent for his church, or even better explain himself, he might’ve had a very attentive follower on his hands…or his lap rather.