She... is an awful kisser.

There, that's the route to keeping under control. The idiot warlock had so many openings, so many, but vengefully clawing out eyes is tempting but no, analyze this. Think. Hold onto that anger and don't let it run the show.

Terrible kisser. Teeth used the wrong way, tongue's all in there, she kisses like it's a war and she's there to win. No fun, not for the warlock, not for the other person, just about asserting dominance badly. Needs tutoring. Can't be any demons, naturally, that's who she learned from. Not her either, not like she's interested in this woman.

Absently she notes the name and title (Prince Ven of the Brass City), the boasts, the, ah, promises, and then nothing as she's sandblasted with the true meaning of the words the wrath of hell. Mmm. Time to leave.

A moment to recover, here. Wipe a small amount of blood from where it drained from her nose, recenter. One needs to leave before one gets to the bad part of being a prisoner. There's a power imbalance and the snake-demons are furious, use that. 

Guileless, she turns to the biggest of the assistants. "While Prince Ven's ordered you to find another outfit, it's a shame that your terrible lordships' talents will go unappreciated. I should take a walk around the castle, to best display your work."

Or rather, that was the plan. The act is interrupted by familiar talons grabbing her face and yanking her about, facing the Laema's hissing fury, again in the First Language. [A dog among nobles/silence enforced/via broken will/or removed tongue] A meek nod is all that's managed in response, as she's set back in place among the assistant's prodding and poking, staying mute as she looks about.

[b]Fuck.[/b]

[quote]Entice roll failed with a 5. I am having terrible luck with giant snakes.[/quote]