Fulfilling desires

-Dalen Capital, Grand Theater, Late evening 2 DSTR-

Celestia’s excitement increased as the agitation from Sarx became prominent. Narrowing her eyes a little, almost daringly, her attention was once more pulled away from the beauty before her.

“Circe,” he spoke with intent.

Revealing her disappointment at the shift of conversation, she pouted her lips and turned to Randel.

“You will forgive me, but I do know that gifts are never without some… how to put this? Strings.” Randel pointed out and refilled his own glass.

Celestia shrugged with one shoulder, taking another sip from her glass. “Strings, short comings, call them what you will,” she said with a giggle.

Celestia began to thrum her fingers as he carried on his attempt to gratify the situation. Staring him down with agitation, she took in a sharp breath. Her eyes bore into him as he moved his hand to her leg. Releasing a more relaxed sigh, she settled under his touch and offered a pleasing, soft, smile. The drumming of her fingers ceased, and she rested her hand on top of his.

“Shall I tell you what I wish for, and then you can tell me the price.” His voice was smooth and soft as silk.

Celestia gave a brisk nod, and she turned her attention downwards on the crowd. Occasionally, stealing glances at the posture of the two. The dynamics seemed complicated, but a dynamic she should not further complicate in benefit of her own agenda.

Removing her hand from his, she pulled another grape from the stem and popped it in her mouth. The juices flooded her mouth, the bitter taste accompanied by a sweetness that made her smile.

“Are you speaking of the beasts the Queen keeps captive in her cages?” Celestia raised a brow and planted her eyes on his lips. Pulling them away, she took another sip from her glass and relaxed back into her seat. “Doors are easy. Traveling for someone like you,” Celestia nodded towards the lesser half of his bloodline, “can be difficult and taxing on the mind, depending on the mode of travel. Not impossible! The more enchanting half of you, depending on your direct heritage, can overcome that. That, or, you could just borrow my blood before you travel, if you do end up having difficulties.”

“The price is so small, you will hardly even know you are paying it!” Celestia smiled joyfully and leaned towards him. Turning her crossed legs towards him, she rested her elbow on the back of the chair, pretending she hardly noticed the slit of her dress revealing the entirety of her thigh. Eyeing him seductively, she took in a breath and put her wine glass down on the table in front of them.

“Just pick one individual a month, and seduce them into joining your conquest,” Celestia spoke softly towards him. Taking her now free hand, she delicately drew circles with her pointer finger on his knee. “Of course, this person would have to be innocent, one with a high sense of morality,” she purred. “Just take a beggar at her worst, a girl who ran out of luck, and show her the luxury money can bring! Money she earns by giving her body to the equally weak.”

Celestia looked over at Sarx and smiled sweetly. “I can help everyone fulfill their desires.”

Turning back towards Randel, she sighed and took time taking in his features. "I also would need answers to a few questions, in specific regards to events that have recently taken place," Celestia said softly. “What do you say, Randel Cartwright? Would you like to make a deal? An exchange of assistance? I can be oh-so-helpful in fulfilling your needs.” Biting her lip, she pulled her hand away from him and relaxed it on her bare thigh.