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RE Tit for Tat Krimson HeavenSundered She had to actively fight the blush threatening to tinge her features. What a disaster that would be, her, Katarina Du Couteau, Head of House Du Couteau and member of the Crimson Elite, blushing like a school girl, or worse, a nubile virgin shying away from her betroth's ardent gaze. A comparison most humiliating, one thankfully spared as she put all her years of practicing the perfect poker face to good use, managing to retain the utmost decorum even as those devious fingers slowly peeled her pants down inch by inch. Her glutes flexed, then unflexed, subtle contractions of her muscle that she couldn't entirely control, betraying her unease. Because she was standing, lofting above the Noxian Council, overseeing perhaps one of the most important meetings the High Command had to convene for in recent Noxian history, and she was naked from the waist down. Not entirely, but the leathers still cladding her thighs hardly made her feel any less exposed. She could practically feel the eyes upon her - calculating gazes burning into her features. They could not see below her waist with the dais in the way, nor could any member of the Nine, should they choose to glance her way. But that hardly helped her embarrassment. An embarrassment that lent itself easily to excitement. Anyone who had spent any time in the assassin's company would know that Katarina loved danger. Got off on it, in fact. The fiery-maned dagger-user was always most passionate after a particularly thrilling match, when her blood had been set ablaze by the glint of swords and claws, shadows of enemies leering over her back. And the peril of her current situation could not be underestimated. One mistake, and the whole High Command could potentially catch onto Ahri's presence. There wouldn't be too much consequences for the fox, probably, being regarded as a mostly neutral champion with a loose affiliation to Ionia. But for her ...caught with her pants down in the middle of a High Command meeting, practically mocking the last Grand General's demise. Her reputation would be ruined, the name of her house in tatters...So why was the heat in her stomach coiling tighter and more trickles of her arousal tainting her flesh? Ahri's words didn't help. The vixen seemed intent on mocking her, keeping her one-woman recital hushed still, but nevertheless enough to cause Katarina to glance to her sides with trepidation, ascertaining that she was indeed the only one who could hear that purr of a voice. The score of teeth upon her flesh made her tense again, every sinew coiled with tension, power palpable just beneath the surface of her smooth skin. A potency Ahri was not unfamiliar with - they'd danced in a duel of blades often enough on the Rift, and in not entirely dissimilar dances off that illustrious battlefield. But her might was tethered, trapped, not by crude chains or clever machinations, but merely by this inescapable situation. No way forward, no way back, only to stand tall and bare the transgressions the fox seemed intent to inflict upon her flesh. Transgressions that Ahri knew she liked. At the proffered fingers, she clenched her jaw, refusing to acknowledge the blatant evidence of her arousal. Her heart pounded a tad faster at the enticing display - even in grooming her digits, Ahri was ever one to put on a show. Had they been in the privacy of Katarina's room, she would have shoved the fox against herself already. Grabbed fistfuls of the woman's silken hair, commanding her with a hint of pain to satisfy the assassin. But here, she was allowed only to silently fume, to struggle with herself even as the fox seemed intent on having her revenge in the most devious and titillating fashion possible. By the will of Noxus...please let this meeting be short. A wish that seemed unlikely to come true. Carmen and Bjore were still arguing. That much was nothing new. The House del Cierre and LaVile never did see eye to eye these two practically bickered at every High Command meeting, over one thing or another. She half wondered if the two were fucking each other behind closed doors. Or that might just be her own desires tainting her analysis of the situation. Because she very much would have liked to fuck Ahri right now. And then Bjore finally shut his yapping lips, even as another woman began to speak. Elina Astor, a dignified matron in her forties, but the hardened lines upon her face spoke to her own days upon the battlefield. Casting a voice of reason over the squabbling children, only to be interrupted by Lucille Guinness, the headstrong young mage that had only recently taken over her house. Katarina didn't pay too much attention to their words, unlike all the councilmen below all but worshiped the ground the Nine walked on. Worshiped - only so long until they could displace them at the slightest hint of weakness. Thus was the law of Noxus. Enough. A single voice rang out, Keiran placing his hand upon his dais, a hint of displeasure on the young man's face. He had commanding features, his father's blood flowing strongly in his veins. He could be an icon, perhaps, a grieving son avenging his father...something Noxus could get behind. Her mind was turning even as Keiran began to speak again. More rhetoric, playing his part...until he directed attention to the two silent parties, querying both Swain and Katarina for their stances on the matter. The deformed Tactician looked to her, his eyes as sharp and twisted as the beak of his ravens. He nodded to her in feigned politeness, indicating that he would hear her opinion first.