Day of Restoration: Nightmode's Victorian Fetish Ball

[Enver Marshall II]

“Yes here she is. And kissed me properly you do not. Want you do for me myself here to embarrass.”

The male frowned as she said those words and shook his head. "Not at all. I'd never embarrass you. Only you can do that to yourself." He pointed out. Enver had already given his wife a kiss and wasn't big on large displays of public affection. He wasn't in his teens, or even early twenties. It wasn't his style and wasn't usually hers either.

"I want to say hi to Lorde." He said, rather pointedly as an arm wrapped around his wife's waste to bring her in the direction of Lorde, as Shya had seemed to temporarily disappear from view.

[Keara Aithne]

“Stay here I cannot if kiss me properly you will not. Leave I must. Control this power I cannot. Gut myself I shall since that your desire is.”

She pulled from his arms, clearly disappointed that he wouldn’t help her control herself. He knew how she was and that this something she couldn’t control; at least by now he should have known how it worked.

“Help me later you may. If find me you can,” she told him as she went to leave.

If he pulled her back to him and kissed her, she could stay, but if he didn’t, she would swiftly return home and bury her dagger deep into her stomach before twisting the blade, as Keara knew but two ways to calm herself once that particular power took a hold of her; one was passion, the other was pain.