The drinks had arrived, making the red haired maiden shift her gaze towards the small glass before reaching up towards her golden mask. Peeling it away from her face and revealing herself to those who dared to sneak a peek.
She had been the epitome of seraphic divinity, her smile a radiance unmatched by Apollo's gilded star and the porcelain curve of her girlish cheek an envious silk for Aphrodite. There were none upon this desolate plane that could tarnish the golden thrum of Cupid's corporeal drum resounding deep within the velveteen prison of her welcoming, gaping chest. Oh, the nights so many suitors desired the chance to spend but a single night with the harkening curve of honed perception laid upon the heaving, throbbing rise of her milken breast. Oh, devilish imp, Have you no shame? Fondness, torment, haunting plague of memoirs stirred upon this rise of fires enkindled scourge all belonging to that cherub face and the taste of those honey sodden lips as they parted so readily for someones hungering embrace.
Now, the portrait of her beauty was torn and wholly devoured by the savagery and barbaric nature she radiated. Surrounded by those who could only picture those delicate cheeks stripped to the bone; And in turn she could only imagine decaying flesh melting away from the once enticingly erotic sway of those come-hither hips that many had fallen so helplessly for every other day.
Vibrant golden eyes matched only in intensity by the sun itself seemed to flare with color as the slitted pupils narrowed tightly, lifting the glass to her lips and downing her drink quickly before setting the glass back down onto the table.
Gallar glanced towards the woman known as Leo
...her eyesight clouded in heat signatures as she examined the girl for a moment before feeling the pull of a smile tug upon her lips, and in a single swift move stood from her seat, standing a clear foot than the other as she ran her fingers through that messy mane of garnet hair and slicked it back, glaring down at the Leo and lifting her arm as her free hand was placed onto her hip.
The Dragoness then displayed her physical superiority with a flex, chuckling darkly as she spoke to the smaller woman.
"Dosh'bova? Cha seal'li kav ikelos?" She mused with a grin. The woman's bicep swelling with each flex...oh narcissistic queen, you've no shame! Derived from Herculean lore, an Amazonian Goddess of War...to receive the attention and worship of others was what kept her satisfied. To touch her in such a way, to display interest in she above all others? Such a thing may of been considered 'rude' to a common petty woman, but not she...The beast desired nothing more than to be treated like the goddess she was. Displaying a genuine grin she brought her arm down hooked it around the other girls neck, pulling her close and burying her face into her generous bosom as she gave a hearty laugh and snarled dominantly. The translator droid stared up at the scene and simply sighed, knowing how Gallar tended to be and doing nothing to really stop her from having her fun.
Gallar exhaled fire and embers from her lips, her lengthy foot long tongue sliding past her lips and detecting the chemicals in the air as she observed Leo's heat signature; her mask serving as a pair of glasses that let her see the world in full color rather than the thermal plane. Without it however she was practically blind as a bat; not that she minded though. She was enjoying the company~
Come now sweet tempter...tell her how pretty she is.
Edited by Gallar Ahamkara, 10 June 2018 - 11:08 AM.