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Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

In the commotion that usually went with large gatherings and festivities like these, it was merely a matter of time and perseverance needed to go through and meet every person you come into contact with,slowly working your way to the person you want to find. Instead, people mingled and assumed they would find everyone interesting eventually. Some people however where not content with that mentality, calling it 'defeatist or 'lazy'. Mary of Calbridge was a woman that knew what she wanted, and never gave up before she had her prize. She was a distant relative to the bride, so distant in fact and so busy these last few years with their own social crowds that they had never actually met. Lady Mary was dressed in a poofy, but still elegant regal blue and red satin dress that made her waist look thin, her hips grand, and her bosom ample. Though, everyone that spent some time looking at her figure had the suspicion that it wasn't an illusion created by tight clothes or corsets. Her hair was a fine, almost slick looking black long hair that reached past her shoulders. Her skin was pale, but it was the kind of pale that was strived after by all the other ladies of the kingdom. She had filled, moist lips that where fixed in an seductive smile, and she had her dark green eyes set on the bride. She was a tall woman too, so she made her presence known rather quickly as she approached the bride. Delphine! Oh, how I have looked forward to meeting you! She smiled directly at her, simply seeming to ignore everyone else. They assumed it to be a gesture giving some acknowledgement to the notion that the wedding was about the bride and the groom. My Lord, I had heard you where still a child, but you've grown into such a lovely woman! Her smile had widened, and she seemed to lean the top of her back backwards, and she spread her arms as to gesture to Delphine's greatness. Then she took a step closer. Mary wasn't breaking any rules as far as personal space was concerned in the royal court, but she was still close to the girl. Delphine might have noticed that this woman had something of an odd allure to her. She seemed... Attractive, even. But maybe that was just the realization and acceptance that she was indeed a beautiful woman. She closed her eyes suddenly. Oh, forgive my manners! I am Mary, the Lady of Calbridge. She then grabbed the edges of her dress with her fingers and produced a small curtsy, but she hardly lowered her head below Delphine's own scalp. She was indeed a tall woman that was difficult to ignore... For several reasons.
Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

There were plenty, if not numerous, reasons why she was keeping herself from being too social, as it wasn't entirely ladylike to speak to a man if he came roaming over to have a conversation. But no, men didn't do that when it came to the young female, because there were more things wrong than right with the female in their eyes. Skin that showed she was obviously able to take in sun without changing to the proper red color and merely just peeling to become all the more pale, her skin couldn't keep a pale hue and she wasn't complaining. You look like you have fallen ill when you are pale. Her mind was snatched from all thoughts of not looking sickly when a woman called out her name, blinking softly from her thoughts as though she hadn't just been criticizing her own self. Now, this had happened to her before, on this very night as she so easily could recall several other strangers looking forward to meeting her. On Andrew's family side, she assumed. However, this woman's shape certainly didn't generalize that she was from any part of his family, her height being the first thing she noticed which caused her to crack a smile. What a sizable woman. Sadly, her height was noticed because the young woman just barely eye level with her bosom, which again only caused her to realize something added. . Good Lord miss. . These were the types of women she wished to be shaped after. . Not that awkward branch in the tree who was probably done growing. If she had been shaped like that she may not have been handed off to Andrew. Hell, she wouldn't have even been handed. Just sought after. Delphine hadn't realized how close the woman was until her compliment was received, speaking up now in her soft tone, Thank you. . ? Wait, what was her name? She couldn't say a proper thank you without a name. And almost as though it were right on cue, the woman apologized and said her name, another smile being granted from Delphine. It's a pleasure have your acquaintance, Her own soft curtsy following, she absolutely hated formalities, but she didn't know this woman enough to simply be so bold. Calbridge you say? Would you happen to be one of my distant relatives from there? It was possible, but then again, who really knew these days? You were related to just about everyone when you were in the high courts.
Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

Mary wasn't saying it, but she thought that the woman in front of her was absolutely adorable. She was thin, petite, short, and she had just enough of that innocent look that made her feel powerful standing next to. Though, being in the 'shape' that she was, it wasn't so difficult. Still, she might have given off the odd signal that she was feeling relaxed and enjoyed the company, or presence, of the newly wed bride. The pleasure is all mine. And she produced another of those wide, but sensual smiles that went together with her only slightly moving her eye lids together. She pursed her lips together at the questioning. I am the cousin of your mother, after my mother's second marriage. She grinned, then batted the air between them with a gentle stroke. Oh, I do not bother myself with the details of our relation, really, it creates such a stiff formality. Forcing us to behave in a certain way just because of important details that couldn't bother any sensible man or woman! Mary of Calbridge shared the same dislike for formality, but she didn't tell the young Delphine that she enjoyed the power that came with her position in the courts, especially when other people of the courts who had some power where made to address her with respect. But that was another occasion and another time. For now, she just wanted to seek the company of the bride. Her eyes flashed up and down her frame for a quick second, then she nodded to Delphine. Give me your hands, dear. I have something to tell you. She lowered the tone of voice, and created the impression that she would share something possibly secret with the young girl. In truth, she was going to dispense one of her little wisdoms that she had gathered through the years. Mary thought that Delphine could use some at this time of her life, especially so close to her wedding night.
Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

This woman held an aura, an odd one to say the very least that caused her to be surprised that she was still holding a conversation with her, feeling something tingling in her skin with the smile that the woman possessed. There was something about this woman, she had to admit, and she was absolutely entranced by it. What was it? It was probably just her taking interest in someone because they were different, and seemed to be on the verge of a very good conversation. Or maybe she was just using her imagination far, far too much in this. She had a habit of doing that, especially when it came to things of this variety, nodding her head softly when she explained that she was a cousin of her mother, meaning she was a distant cousin of her own. No need to bother trying to figure out how far along she was in that case, as she had several other siblings and if she did the counting in her head, Delphine's full focus would not be on the curvaceous woman in front of her. Oh, yes, I do agree. My curiosity got the better of me in that sense. She hadn't meant to ask to create formality, just asking out of, a she had said, full curiosity. Blinking and letting her eyes grow somewhat wide when she heard that the woman had something to tell her, the young girl slid her hands into the other woman's, her petite hands still and warm, leaning forward carefully at the secret that she obviously didn't mind being aware of. If it was a secret, she wouldn't want it slipping out to any of the nosy ones around them, and there was certainly no pain in her knowing hm? Oh Miss, do tell. That was the teenager in her, obviously wanting to know deep enough that her honey orbs twinkled with delight. At this moment, she was quite thankful that her mother or her husband or her father or anyone else was involved in this conversation, as it was rare that people took the time out to bother and become involved in conversation with her. Was she too plain to have a conversation with? That didn't even make sense! Oh good Lord, Delphine, you're over thinking again.
Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

As the thin girl in front of Mary began to almost loose herself into her own swarming thoughts, the handsome and mature woman smiled for one moment before she began to speak. Darling, she began, moving her hands, and Delphine's too, up and down by a few inches in a gesture that could both be seen as a way to garner attention and focus, or just a show of her own excitement. There are some things that you need to know about tonight. But before the girl could interject, whether she would not speak of it or be too ashamed to listen, the soft hands gently squeezed Delphine's own, and she looked into her eyes with a wide, but also husky smile. It wasn't just the smile however. It was the half closed eyes, the lowered voice, the way she leaned closer into the conversation itself that could speak volumes that what she was delving into was not something for virgin ears. If you are lucky, the man you are marrying will be a man that can show you what it is like to be a woman, and not a little girl. I learned this through many trials and errors, but I think that you are old enough to hear a few pointers. Then Mary grinned, and leaned even closer to Delphine! She stood with her bosom almost touching her frame, and their cheeks touched as she leaned in to whisper into the bride's ear. Hold him with your arms, push him against you and move against it. It is not for his sake, but for your own sake. The nights you spend with your lover are supposed to be nights filled with want and passion, and you have every right to deserve your fair share, my dear. She began to lean back after uttering those almost scandalous words of advice. She was still holding on to Delphine's hands, and she was still smiling... But there was a blush on her pale face. It was not a big crimson blush, but it was the sort of reddening that was still noticeable. If Delphine knew to read people, then she would notice that Lady Mary of Colbridge was excited. Truth to be told, she was excited for Delphine, but not in the way she might think.
Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

There was still an obvious bit of surprise struck on the young woman's face as she shifted her main focus of attention to the older woman, blinking her cautious eyes when she mentioned something she should be aware of in regards to tonight. Did she mean tonight as in when she was sent away with her new husband? Oh Lord. It was almost then that she knew close to where she was going with this, Delphine felt the softness fo her hands being squeezed, keeping eye contact with her because she was almost entranced to say the very least. This woman's aura was what was holding her in, watching her as she took the time to change the expressions on her face and leaned in all the more to whisper such secrets into her ears, Delphine's expression was still that of curiosity. A- A few pointers? Pointers? Oh, was this woman talking about what she was suspecting, especially when it came to anything in regard to the so called 'man' she had been married to. Her newly gained husband didn't in the slightest seem sexual, as a matter of fact, he was an awkward kisser. He couldn't possibly be a good. . Well, bedfellow. Feeling the warmth of the woman's cheek, she knew the other could feel her cheeks burning at their own pink color with nervousness and some excitement as she explained what to do in such a situation. Her lips falling into what seemed to be the perfect circle, the young woman let out a soft 'Oh' before watching the woman lean away after telling her that she had every right to be pleasured while he was. However, she wouldn't be pleasured if he didn't even want to be. Wasn't that a shame? Oh miss Mary, I- I couldn't. Turning her vision in the direction of Andrew, Delphine let out a soft breath of air before looking down for a moment. I don't think Andrew knows how to please himself let alone. . Oh I shouldn't have said that. Her voice was soft, not because she didn't want anyone to hear, but because she was almost ashamed for saying something like that to a woman she had just met, who oddly enough made her feel comfortable.
Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

Mary revelled in the expressions she caused in the woman in front of her. She felt the thoughts that popped up in her mind, she could hear the sound of Delphine's heart skipping a few beats as Mary spoke. But as soon as she looked over to her husband, Mary looked to the same direction. She saw the 'man she gazed. Mary pretended to be surprised, she made her own 'Oh' expression. She then raised her brow in the way only a woman with a great deal of sympathy for someone's pain could as she turned to face Delphine again. She knew that this boy was not going to be enough man to any woman... And that was a big reason why she had arrived to pay the bride a visit. She wanted to see if she was disappointed. She wanted to see if Delphine was hoping for more in a husband, in a love, than a childish boy. Then she heard the remark about his ineptitude at even pleasuring himself. Mary rasied her brows again, then put her fist in front of her lips and giggled. But it wasn't the girly kind of giggle, but it was a deep, sensual, almost husky kind of giggle that only a few women could create. She smiled with her lips pursed together, tilted her chin down and stared down at Delphine's eyes. Now, what he does in his privacy is his own business... Then she continued after releasing Delphine's last hand before she locked her own fingers together in front of her, pressing her arms together slightly, and thus pronouncing her own ample bosom. As is the same for you. Some women have a man for show while they have another for the bed. There was a shining grin and a quick wink with a bat of her eyelashes. It is only immoral if anyone finds out. Remember that, darling. And as Mary had dispensed her words of wisdom, she began to step backwards. She soon slipped back into the crowd, disappearing with her red and blue dress, raven black hair and pale skin with a red flush on her cheeks. She had done what she set out to do. To gauge and prod this little woman. To ease her in into her more strategic plans... Though, she would see Delphine again soon. Though, it would be much sooner than what Delphine could have ever expected. She would wait for the moment in the night when Delphine was alone in the night. Then, she would proceed with the next step of her debauchery riddled plan.
Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

Her wedding night hadn't particularly started off, and currently wasn't going in a way that most women would later marvel and be excited and happy about. Rather, this particular female knew better, she knew better and she should have always known better. There were times like these and situations like this that she knew getting her hopes up would be the death of her, and not to mention get her standards to plummit into the ground. Sure, she knew what she wanted from him, but that didn't mean getting it was going to come easy or even come at all. She had been disappointed before, and Delphine knew better than to get her hopes up in certain situations. But dammit, the woman's words from earlier had gotten her riled up and impatient to use what she had learned, however there was the utter disappointment that settled in when she found herself in bed alone. Marriage. What a waste. Obviously, she wasn't amused that she had been left in this large bed alone, however the sexually frustrated teenager sat up by herself, looking toward the window that greeted her with wind. The wind causing the trees outside to blow softly, the woman curiously wondered if there was a storm blowing in, showing an obvious sign of how the rest of her marriage would go. Maybe she was thinking intensely about something that she easily should have seen coming. That hadn't kept the woman's words from ringing out in her head, Your pleasure, his pleasure. Pleasure. What a beautiful word that she had been neglected from having for so long that she couldn't even properly fathom what it actually meant. This was just pathetic, laying back among her sheets and pillows and groaning out. Just go to sleep Delphine. Rolling onto her stomach, the female was having an absolute pity party that involved just herself, hormones racing for no one in particular as she couldn't just fix the situation herself. She craved more, and she couldn't have it. Dammit she couldn't have it.
Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

Mary had alwasy beena perceptive woman. She kenw how to read the expressions of men and women alike to gauge their motives and emotions, more than often to her own advantage. She was known to be smooth and cunning to some, but nobody new that she had other supernatural powers that where not for mortal men and women to have. She was the kind of woman that would haunt the nights and strike her prey, but only after stalking and playing with it. Very much like some cats will do with a mice in their claws. She couldn't just read emotions, but she could sense them as well. Even whenshe had her conversation with Delphine a few hours earlier, she could sense the sudden excitement exploding within her, and the rapidly growing arousal as she stirred that part within the young woman that rarely was touched outside of her own imagination. She had entered her carriage like everyone else who attended he ball, but she slipped out when it reached the dark forest in the early night. Using her inhuman strength and stamina, she made haste back to the estate. She didn't need to ask where Delphine was, she could use her powers to track her without any difficulty. Having shed her magnificent dress from her body, she assumed the shape of a shade. An unseen shadow that masked well in the night. She saw the petite woman on her bed, alone. If she had lungs, she would inhale and gasp. She saw the faint curves of her body that would excite most who appreciate women, but see sensed the raw and desperate longing for pleasure. The kind of pleasure that she had tricked Delphine to focus on earlier in the day. Mary felt a smug sense of satisfaction, and slithered inside through the windows. While inside, the shade took solid form. Within seconds, she had taken her true form. She had the same voluptuous shape as before. Wide hips, a thin waist, large and firm breasts, shoulder long black hair and a beautiful face, which where the more obvious traits she showed. However, there where a few more outstanding things about her that stood out. Her pale complexion had changed into a darker, strange, almost exotic but ultimately sinister purple colour. It was made clear that something was odd, not only because she was standing nearly naked and with a purple colouration to her body, but it was the knee long loincloth that covered her lower body. Though her firm stomach was bare, as was her ample bosom, that seemed to be a trivial attempt at modesty. With one hand on her hip, and the other used to soundly close the windows shut, she spoke with her incredibly husky, saucy, and unavoidably seducing voice. Good evening, my dear Delphine. How fortunate of me to find you in your lonesome. I had hoped we would see each other again... In private.
Thread: the visitors we have in the night. [mintie && alien.]

Unfortunately, Delphine had fallen into something of a half sleep. The sort of sleep that leaves you angry and frustrated, to the point that you wake up even with a little bit of resentment in your morning. Sleeping angry wasn't something she was supposed to be doing, the female's breathing soft as she fell into her light dreamland, unaware of what was going on within the confines of her bedroom. The fire between her legs had yet to be put out since such events during her wedding, and of course that would leave one a little distraught in such a situation, Delphine's chest rising and falling lightly as there was a soft sigh within her sleep. She hadn't heard any noise, but then again, the woman had crept into her room a way that no human would, so of course she hadn't heard a sound. Or rather, not until she felt the slight draft and heard the almost silent click of her windows closing, shifting softly in her sleep as she expected it to simply be her husband arriving. Had she been asleep long enough for him to return? Her body carefully turning, the female looked over her shoulder with half lidded eyes, expecting the awkward frame of her Andrew, but instead it was a woman. Her eyes growing wide as she rolled onto her stomach, the female somehow managed to keep herself from rolling off her bed, gripping her covers tightly. What in the world? Blinking rapidly, the woman spoke up as though on cue with her thoughts, only to leave the utterly confused expression on her face. She knew her name. Something about the aura of this woman was not right, and for a second her face took in the purple woman's eyes. Her. . Aunt? Delphine's mind was racing, sitting up now as she scooted herself to the furthest corner of her bed, this wasn't natural! There was a purple, noticably close to naked woman, in her bedroom. Where was her hunter husband when she needed him now hm? Wouldn't a woman like this go on ridiculously well at some auction? Please. She'd be out of a husband with that amount of luck. I- I ah Unable to properly form words, Delphine's pretty eyes remained wide and saucer - esque, biting her bottom lip now as she tried to figure out what exactly was going on. Please. She didn't know what was going on, even as she enjoyed the awkward silence. Ah- Aunt Mary? Was she even still her aunt?