one way or another

"A trade? Hon, you've been trading with me for a long time already." When Lily lowers her eyes it will be to see Frey - glorious, sensuous, wicked - before her very eyes. They recline upon the shrine as if it is a chaise-longue, the beautiful necklace sparkling between their fingers. Pressing their lips to the gems, the jewels seem all the brighter, all the more gorgeous for their presence. Holding the necklace out for her, they throw their head back to gaze up at the archways as well. "How do you like the back room of your home, sugar?" They inquire knowingly, tongue running along their teeth.