Nerissa reclined gracefully in her seat, exuding an air of elegant boredom as her eyes lazily roamed over the extravagant show unfolding before them. Her voice carried a subtle tinge of disinterest as she replied to Percy's remark about drinks.

[color=#e25041]"Oh, do spare me the tedious tales of ancient wizards and witches and their pitiable choices of Mudblood-made alcohol,"[/color] she retorted with taunting disdain. [color=#e25041]"Wine, butterbeer, it matters little to me. Mundane libations for mundane palates."[/color]

Her gaze returned to the stage, where Topsy continued her daring act. The showgirl, adorned in a provocative uniform with playful rabbit ears, executed her routine with precision. Yet, to Nerissa, the lengths Mudbloods went to experience a semblance of "magic" were pathetic and laughable. In her eyes, it all amounted to a mundane display of theatrics, a performance aimed at appeasing magicless individuals, offering them fleeting moments of joy in their dreary lives.

[color=#e25041]"The Mistress of Mayhem, they call her,"[/color] Nerissa muttered mockingly, her voice dripping with derision. [color=#e25041]"A title as shallow as the puddles on the street. Where is the true magic, the kind that can twist minds and shatter souls? This performance is but a sideshow for simple minds, nothing more."[/color]

Resting her head on her fist, her elbow gracefully resting on the armrest, a twisted grin slowly spread across her face. [color=#e25041]"Tell me, Percy, dear,"[/color] she purred, her tone suggestive of mischief and challenge. [color=#e25041]"Wouldn't it be far more thrilling and entertaining if this act were to go mess up? I dare say it lacks the element of danger, that delicious edge of uncertainty. Imagine the succulent chaos, the fear, and the sheer desperation in all the Mudbloods if her little trick were to backfire."[/color]

Her dark eyes sparkled with a wolfish gleam, and her tone took on a twisted cheerfulness, undercut with the sinister undertone of her desires. [color=#e25041]"Come on, Percy-wercy, prove you're not just the Ministry's lapdog that has a stick up his ass like all the other little doggies, and knows how to have a bit of fun"[/color] she taunted, her grin widening into a mischievous expression. [color=#e25041]"Add a subtle twist to her routine, just a bit of "suggetive magic" to spice things up. Imagine the fun we could have, you could make her do anything you want."[/color]

With a honeyed whisper that dripped with a hint of seduction, she leaned in closer, her breath caressing his ear, [color=#e25041]"It'll be our little secret, Perceval."[/color] Her voice carried a flirtatious undertone, thick with tantalizing innuendo that could send shivers down one's spine. Her dark eyes locked onto his, holding his gaze captive as if to convey a world of unspoken possibilities.

Her lips curved into a sly smile, hinting at the forbidden desires that lurked beneath her composed exterior. Nerissa toyed with her own intentions, leaving Percy unsure whether she meant the use of the Imperius Curse or something much more intimate and personal. The tantalizing invitation was there, waiting for Percy to interpret her words and embrace the thrill of the unknown.