[Mikhail Vashael]

Gripping the dark skinned perfection between his teeth, Vashael playfully teased the elven forefinger before letting her feed him a newly poured cup of heavy wine. She had provided adequate service and the Vagaran now bore bruises to prove it. It wasn't unsporting, just a little rough.. perhaps not enough. The glass emptied and Mikhail could feel the woman's tenderizing touch return.

"Love?.." The man's feature rose and twisted in light darkhearted amusement.

"It's a good thing I'm near done paying for your love or I might take that ounce of lore to heart. No bath oil, just keep to my lap..."

The words were forceful but wept a tired undercurrent and playful pulling tow. Vashael raised the dress to feel the naked back of his companion against his stomach. Again.. it was the simple pleasures that kept him here. No intoxicants besides the obvious.. just wanton excess until he couldn't even think. The man closed his eyes once more, enjoying the fresh aroma and scents that flooded every available sense.

"Gods, if you had a cigar nearby.. can't say that wouldn't tempt me.. but your not moving anywhere until I'm done soaking in the ambrosia of your delicate poison..." He played with the back of the girl's hair aimlessly while in thought.
"Har’oloth... i've heard the word. A flower closed to the sun is usually best left closed.." Vashael opened one eye.

"Doesn't that ring with drear expiration.."

A wide smirk cleft his left cheek with the immediacy of hunger as each breath wandered nearer.
"Anyone worth soliciting? Cousins, sisters.. mother. The way you handle love, can't want but to get familiar. Damned with prejudice you'd keep a man beaming in his six by twenty if not too busy washing the stain off... " Vashael let Vysstichi nails dig deeper into his skin as he heard the echo of another empty glass finding fixture.