Silsila Om grunts as Rosethal's body smashes into her. Yet again, Silsila has been taken off her feet, sent crashing to the floor. The ability of her foes to so cleanly knock her down grates on the woman's nerves: Is she not a host specialized for war? Does her true form not have four arms, and horns long enough to skewer a goat? Is it not large enough to tower over these would be conquerers and show them their true place when confronted with the mystical power of a spirit bound to gold and iron!?

Basically, this match is soooo unfair and Merov Ekh is making this so, so much harder. If she wants to have her favorite pet genie wrestler with Rosethal, she should at least let Silsila use her true shape! Honestly? She's being unreasonable. But since when have the Fire Wheels ever acted even a little reasonable?

Silsila kips up, practically bouncing in the air as she flips right-side-up, a little [b]poomfh[/b] of dust rolling out from her bare feet smacking against the floor. The djinn crouches low--while Rosethal is grandstanding, Silsila is already moving. One might assume the bronze-skinned girl is slow--and that person would be a fool.

Before Rosethal can turn, Om is already behind her, powerful arms curling underneath the girl's armpits. She flexes them up, hoisting the shorter woman into the air, dangling from the grasp of the taller woman. "You have skill." She whispers into her Rosethal's ear, lips just barely brushing skin. Then, Om falls forward, crashing Rosethal to the floor underneath her, all of the djinn's weight heavy on her back, feet pressed and arched into the floor, hips flush with hips, body curling over hers such that they may be mistaken for lovers. The gyrations against her--for Merov Ekh's benefit, mostly, damn that woman and her bindings!--certainly don't help with that image. "But not skill enough to defeat me. You are mine." Lips once again brush against an ear, breath as hot and steamy as the air from a forge.


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Rolling to Entice, and I've rolled an 8+2 for a total of 10. Good start!

I'm definitely flirting the hell out of her. I get to take a string on her--hot genie breath in your ears will do that!--and she has to choose between: Get flustered and awkward, Promise something they think you want, Give in to desire!
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Birsi was the kind of guard to first make sure the Serving Girl was unharmed, as with Fire Wheels in the area, one can never be too sure… The guardswoman approached the cowering woman and held out a hand, using herself as a physical divider between the servant and the scoundrels for the comfort of the other. “Are you alright, Ma’am? Are you injured anywhere?” She would ask as calmly as she could, her face getting the slightest hint of red crossing it as she looked at these… These blasphemous brutes. “If you are able, please find anywhere else to be. Preferably somewhere safe. I shall attempt to handle this, and your services are most certainly best used elsewhere right now.” She would offer her a small smile before gesturing for her to go, and returning her attention to the three brutes.

One hand firmly gripped the handle of her sword, the other raising up slowly for a gesture, like she was charging it up for added effect. She cleared her throat, focused her gaze as intensely as possible, and thrust her open hand out towards the three with as powerful of a point as she could muster up. “Attention Reprobates! You three have broken holy and sacred law by entering the Room of the Manifold Stars. As such, you will all be detained and punished accordingly. Please exit the room, and walk yourselves off to be punished.” She hoped that if they were drunk, they might just be malleable enough to convince that leaving was their best option.

After all, surely even the Fire Wheels were smart enough to be reasonable, even if at the rarest of times, right?

Whether the intensity of her stern glare, full of contempt for these roughhouses, was lost in translation was unknown to her, but a few things were unmistakable. The way the cotton clung to the muscle she had, the definition of which wasn’t entirely shown through the fabric, but enough of it came through to make her point all the more noticeable. As for the hand that pointed, the leather creaked as she had made the gesture, adding to the intensity of it all… Was she coming off as intimidating, or was she looking hot by mistake?


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Rolled for Entice, and I got a 7 in Total, not the worst thing, certainly far from the best. I would like to try and gain a String.)
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