The noises that escape from Alina will follow the guards and cooks and cleaning staff all the way into their dreams tonight. Rhyza must be no less than the greatest interrogator Shazari has ever used to be able to draw these kinds of useless, messy moans out of a princess like this. They drift through the hall like birdsong. And just like birdsong they fill up the hearts of everyone listening until they have to wonder how much longer they can stand it. 

Toes scuff on the hallways as feet twist awkwardly back and forth. Thighs rub together while fingers tug on collars and adjust veils, suddenly afraid that they might have come loose. Hands, like thoughts, wander where they might. Is that breathless squeal and sigh coming from her, or from them? D-did you hear that? Oh, er, um... ahem. Ca... carry on.

Alina is blushing brighter than the sun right now. Her tongue is trying to loll its way out of her mouth and her brain is trying its best to stay out of the way. Her eyes are locked on the priceless treasures hidden underneath that happily fluttering tunic. When she slips forward and starts to shove her face in there, is it because the chains have started to come loose and she got taken by surprise? Or is the Princess of Illumina as naughty as her special queen is telling her she is right now? Is she a good actor, or a good girl?

Her voice is dripping with desperation. The helpless lilt of the broken spirit that's no longer sure if it's begging for things to stop or for them to keep going. Lower, faster, more, no, please, yes yes! Stop! Give... let me... let! Yes! Yes! No, yes yes!! Please!

The coin-kissers will make a small fortune tonight. Nobody could listen to this and not think... [i]things[/i]. Tonight is for kissing. Tonight is for being held. Tonight is for cool winds drifting over thin sheets, fingers entwining over fingers, for mouths to taste every forbidden flavor until they need to be wiped clean and covered up again with the peeking of the curious sun through the windows. Tonight is for singing and for sighing, for laughing and for teasing, for gentle pats on stomachs and nibbling on ear lobes when they lean in to whisper nonsense. Tonight is for these things. Alina made it so. 

But now, unseen by a dozen different fantasies or patrols, she's blushing and breathless and trying as hard as she's ever tried before to both look Rhyza in the eye and avoid doing exactly that. She rubs her wrists, and smiles coyly. 

"Come with me," she whispers, "You're worth a dozen of these jewels. Come with me. Escape with me. At least as far as dinner tonight. Let me... r-reward you. My hero~"

And then she has to hide her face in her hands, because it's too much to look right into the fire of those eyes and ask their owner if she likes the sound of sharing her night with two princesses at once.