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The look on Blake fucking Schmidt’s face was priceless. Lyss felt her grin growing wider as she saw the fear in his eyes. She even took a step towards him as he stepped away from her. It would have felt so good to just sock him in the nose right at that moment…

… but she knew it would only get herself and the Coven into trouble. She needed to get him alone before he would get what he deserved. Somewhere private, like, [i]ugh[/i], one of his rooms below deck. So she kept her composure. Even though the grin was still on her face, she didn’t make any move to threaten him. Instead, she relaxed her body and allowed it to be fluid and graceful as she edged her way towards him.

[color=D3D3D3] “Don’t you recognize me in this meatsuit, Mr. Schmidt?”[/color] She let the words fall off of her tongue like sugar. [color=D3D3D3] “I know she’s not exactly your type, but she is a suitable vessel.”[/color]

She was close to him now and could see that he was beginning to realize what she was getting at. Her hand came up to rest on his shoulder, and she leaned forwards to whisper in his ear. [color=D3D3D3] “That pesky Coven is gone. I wiped them off of the face of the Earth like I will to all of your enemies.”[/color]

She pulled away from him now, and her hand reached to stroke the scruff on his chin. To her disgust, Blake suddenly had a devilish smile on his face. She couldn’t let her disgust show. So instead she turned from him and walked a few paces towards the back of the boat. [color=D3D3D3] “Come now, Mr. Schmidt. I think we have to discuss our next moves privately.”[/color] She rolled her eyes to herself before turning back to give him a sultry grin. [color=D3D3D3] “I understand there is more to give you now that I have a body.”[/color]

[i]His fucking eyes are about to pop out.[/i]

Now completely immersed in his thoughts of… whatever “The Outsider” might give him behind closed doors, Lyss led him down to the bottom floor. She made sure he followed, but kept a distance between them that would ensure that he’d think she still held the cards. He was following [i]her[/i]. The real Outsider would have created chaos above deck, but he had no idea. Whatever deal they’d made before she attacked the girls, The Outsider definitely agreed to give him more since he freed her. Lyss assumed that she was most likely going to just give him some sort of extra-normal curse or blessing and be on her way to destroy the world. Whatever would satisfy Blake Schmidt until she destroyed his empire as well.

They were now nearing the doors to the various rooms. She turned to look at him. Her eyes were firm, but she needed him to pick the room. A room that he would know was entirely private. Well, private until the rest of the girls made their way downstairs. She’d noticed Claudette looking their way. Claudette would be smart enough to know to gather the others and send them this way.

Once Lyss had followed Blake into a room, she found herself a chair to sit in and gestured for him to sit across from her.

[color=D3D3D3] “Now, Mr. Schmidt. You freed me, and I am grateful for that. I am also grateful that I have now found a vessel because of you. What can I do to repay your generosity?”[/color]