Frey
"I expect little of you cold one, given the life choices you've made." Frey's voice is sensual as always, but barbed as they speak to Rexanna. "But you Amalia? You who finds herself on her knees oh so very often in service of the gods? I expected more." Appearing before them, legs shoulder-width apart and arms crossed almost lazily over their chest, they offer each a penetrating stare as the room is slowly drowned in a suffocating cloud of arousal.
"Not a single crumpet for me, Amalia? No fruit, hard as it is to find this time of year. Not so much as a crumb. And yet you two stand here, asking things of me. Of me. Not your precious Safrin. Not Ludo. Not even the Voice, who you sold everything you ever had of interest, to." This latter portion was directed towards Rexanna of course.
"Not a single crumpet for me, Amalia? No fruit, hard as it is to find this time of year. Not so much as a crumb. And yet you two stand here, asking things of me. Of me. Not your precious Safrin. Not Ludo. Not even the Voice, who you sold everything you ever had of interest, to." This latter portion was directed towards Rexanna of course.
