Cendres giggled. She was seated on her bed, a young suitor at her neck. He'd already left a bit of a bruise on her flesh, and had seemed intent upon expanding it before they were interrupted. "Sylvia, didn't anyone tell you to knock?" She asked with a laugh. She brushed aside her current companion, settling his aggravation with a kiss. "Later. Meet me in the gardens tonight?" She asked with a smile. "Shoo, now, or my sister in law might tell on us." The young dragon left with several mumbled complaints.

Cendres gestured to the spot that her young male had previously occupied. "Have a seat, Sylvia, and tell me what's wrong? Why do you want men to do what you want?" She asked curiously. "I mean, I can understand wanting Aranhil to do something, but really, all the rest of the men too?" She shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. As she continued to speak, she took a seat at her vanity. Some special foundation was already sitting out, clearly having been set there in anticipation of needing to cover certain spots. This was spread across her neck as she spoke.

"Apparently, my brother is more dense than I thought. So you'll have to be a bit more direct. Let him catch you changing. It's subtle, he won't expect you to have set anything up. Just offer for him to come in, enjoy the show, chat a little. Maybe if you're already undressed, he'll just do the rest?" She offered curiously.

Shrugging her slender shoulders, Cendres tipped her head a bit, watching herself in the mirror. She applied just a bit more of the makeup, then stood and turned to her sister in law. "Who cares about that right now? I'm hungry! Let's go eat." She suggested brightly.