the birds are whispering

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster The blonde woman, too, takes a large swill. Cause why not? No one likes to drink alone. And it is a thing (several things) worth drinking to. Wouldn’t want to be rude. An arm snakes around Edy’s body to eases the shoulder of her robe down, before her hand trails slowly down her back, waist, and then to her deliciously firm ass. The one that was waving back and forth in front of her not too long ago. Giving it a little playful squeeze as she listens to the Queen elaborating on her dilemma, Wessex reaches (half-jokingly, or in a way that could be easily shrugged off as a hahahaha, wouldn’t that be a fucking riot? kind of joke) for an opportunity even bigger than the one she’d come here offering. She also reaches for the tie on the robe, moving to pull it open and feast her eyes on the nubile, taut young woman. Teasingly, with full on sly side-eye, the Ascended answers, “You’ve got an open spot on the team and not only would I appease the Naturals and piss a lot of people off in a single go, but we could also fuck any time we wanted to?” Lots of perks right there. Also a lot of cons. But let’s not talk about those.