Thread: A Tangled Web -- (Asylum and the_gladiator)

-she settled her exploring fingers, letting them curl warmly and stay. Her left hand slid against the inside of his arm, tickling the inner cup of his elbow once they started moving again. A knowing smirk resting on her lips even as she spoke- A little stage fright, hmmm? Well, perhaps a more private....rehearsal then. What's that they say? Practice makes perfect. -a little bolder. A little less innuendo. As they drew closer to the party however, he'd feel a bit of a chill, a bit less intoxicated as she pulled slightly away. It would do her no good to have anyone informing Gunther they'd seen his Second getting a little to close. It would serve no purpose to get the man, any if the men, killed before she could get what she needed...and wanted. Her arm slid slowly from his, her hand stroking the flesh unseen before it fell to her side, leaving a warm lingering promise. She turned slightly to face him, a genuine smile graced him.- The pleasure was mine. -the words, erotic in that honey sweet tone, left her and lingered like a fallen halo against his ear. She made no comment about whit and being a pretty face. To Gunther, that was indeed all she was, a pretty face and a piece of ass. As she swept away, making a path through the undulating crowd of bodies, her brow knit together. At odds with her own thoughts at that moment. She made her way to the music station. The man gave her a look, the one she returned was as just as cold as his was amused at the choice of music she'd requested. After a moment of stony silence between them, he began to protest that it wasn't what Lord Gunther wanted. She retorted that the grand king of the castle was asleep and she was granted anything she requested anyways. It was how it always had been. He had no further argument and after another moment of hesitation, he nodded and informed her it would be coming soon. She offered him a smile and stepped out of the booth and made her way to the bar. There too she stepped behind it. Making a beeline for the real man of the hour, the one that supplied the men and everyone else all the ale they could handle. Gunther was no lightweight, it would take more than the piss she'd seen the others drinking to lay him out the way it had. Which meant he wasn't sharing his stash. How...disloyal of him really. She had ulterior motives though perhaps. After a heated conversation with the weasel serving the party, a threat laid down that she would tell Gunther that he'd tried to get his grubby little paws all over her and not just once, the poor sap acquiesced her request. Nearly as soon as she'd turned on her little heels, a bar wench was scurrying toward the crews table with the good stuff. She disappeared into the ladies room. Gone the entirety of the next pulsating song, she emerged only after she'd freshened herself up. Really wishing they'd fix the cooling system, she was making her way back toward the main floor. Listening to the groans that began as the first strains of the waltz weaved through the air. Chuckling as many of the bodies began to disperse, leaving the floor to those that wanted to dance in pairs rather than continue with the epileptic spasms that passed for dancing. Their clearing left her standing nearly alone there, though she looked unperturbed by the fact. Instead, her attention was focused on the crews table, specifically on Becker himself, watching as he was hopefully enjoying his newly delivered ale, that enticing smile of hers calling to him, more powerful than if she were to crook her finger at him in a come hither motion. The amber of her eyes all to noticeable in the now faint glow of light.-