[h3] The Disciplination of Vincent [/h3]

[@princess]


As Ashe was going through the motions, someone, presumably Vincent, their trainer approached her in speed and grabbed her wrist. If her eyes could scream, they would scream bloody murder. None may touch her without her permission. Her face remained impassive while Vincent went through his explanation of how the training will go.

Vincent was a big man, muscles barely contained in his golden shirt and his moustache made Ashe chuckle internally. He was the exact type of person that she enjoyed the most drinking with and would’ve probably asked him for a drink after if he wouldn’t have touched her without permission. 

Ashe smiled viciously at Vincent and grinned even more as he asked her for permission to touch her. She cracked her neck and closed her eyes, centering herself. She turned her left hand and grabbed Vincent’s arm which held it, barely managing to encompass it and pulled Vincent towards her unexpectedly, approaching her body to meet his, she gave him a kiss on the lips. 

Her other hand instantly went to her [i][url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tant%C5%8D]tantō[/url][/i] dagger which was in its sheath and pulled it out driving it towards Vincent’s throat. As soon as the tantō drew a tiny drop of blood, she pulled it away.

“[color=yellow] Very cute. You’d be dead now if this was a real fight. Don’t try to touch me again without permission lest…[/color]” said Ashe with a glint in her eye, then proceeded to lick the blood that was on the tip of the tantō.

“[color=yellow] Mhm, sweet. [/color]” continued Ashe grinning.