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London, Dante's Inferno
April 18th, 2075,
2300 Local Time

It was a Vory v Zakone party.

Anguish both loved and hated Syndicate parties. There was glitz and glamour aplenty, novahot fashions and glitterati and the assorted biffs, blades and breetvas that came with them. They were lively as hell, always entertaining, and if she kept an ear open there was always good information to be had. She got to dress up, go out, and play the role that Melissa had trained her for for her entire life.

Unfortunately, that selfsame role sometimes left her in precarious positions. Syndicate parties could go from boisterous to blood-soaked in the time it took to blink twice, and Melissa's commands and training often left Anguish doing things she'd rather not remember. As a bought and kept joytoy she was subject to a lot of abuse- some physical, some not- and if she stepped out of line, she would pay the price to Melissa later. The thought of failing her mistress-after-god, and the blood and screams and withdrawal from her drugs that such a failure would entail were more terrifying than anything a Shestiorka could do to her. Privately, in her more clearheaded-moments, Anguish would have to admit that if the choice came between failing Melissa and having to admit it or being flatlined by some gillette who crossed a line, she'd have to think long and hard about it.

Which is why, despite being highly competent, well-trained, and powerful despite her young age, Anguish was kneeling on a low table in an alcove on the second floor of Dante's Inferno London. She wore a short white synthsilk dress that hugged her tiny waist and lush curves and exposed the length of her back, her arms, a goodly portion of her chest, and most of her legs to anyone who cared to look. Her dark hair was pulled forward over her right shoulder, carefully styled in to long, spiraling curls, and her knee-high strappy boots were white with fifteen centimeter golden heels. She wore vivid purple lipstick on her full, pouting lips, and her heavy makeup highlighted her aqualine nose and high-cheekbones and added some much-needed color to her cheeks. Her eyeshadow and eyeliner were opulent, heavy shades of gold and amethyst and black. Even her eyes matched, her polychromatic contacts turning them the same color as her lipstick and her nanotats were all in grey, black, purple, and deep, deep red, set to be stylized Russian prison tattoos for the event. She was gorgeous, a pin-up vision, a living monument to metahuman sexuality and indulgence, and her services had cost a year's salary for a wageslave.

And here she was, stuck kneeling on a table in an empty alcove, available for the use, abuse, enjoyment, and ogling of anyone who want to stop in.

She had been kneeling there for over an hour, and would stay there all night if necessary. Melissa Shirai had been paid a handsome sum for a dozen Valerian adepts to work the party. Six were kneeling on tables, three were hanging in cages, and the last three were back-to-back-to-back in the center of the room, like some sort of living sculpture, frozen in place by paralytics and subject to whatever passerby wished to inflict.

Vanya Kurzhnev liked his decorations breathing.

The party was for Vanya, a mid-rank member of the Vory v Zakone here in London. He was Red Vory, old guard, and deserving of every whispered slur and story about the Vory's excesses. A huge, thuggish, brutal ork in a thousand-nuyen suit, he was celebrating his promotion and his thirty-third birthday together, and in a staggering flurry of spending, he had thrown himself a party. Everyone was here, stringers, ballerinas, shestiorkas, friends, sufficiently moneyed or pretty or talented guests, a few minor simsense stars...anyone who could tread on reputation, cash, looks, or connections with the Vory was invited. In addition to the Valerian adepts- who had not come cheap- he had rented out the "Lust" circle of Dante's inferno, paid for the best drugs and food and booze, and brought a pile of security, both Vory and neutral. It would be an affair to remember.

And Anguish would certainly remember it. That was, of course, her job.

So she knelt, watching the partygoers in the mirror along the back of the alcove and listening, her sound filters cutting out the music and the ambient noise even as her contacts and earbuds recorded everything for later use. Waiting, thrilled despite herself, with novacoke and eros roaring through her system to keep her primed for the party, she waited and watched.
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« Reply #1 on: <12-27-15/2201:36> »
London, Dante's Inferno
April 18, 2075
2300

Robyn loved syndicate parties.  It was a chance to rub shoulders with the social elite and widen her circle of acquaintances.  Sometimes these parties were held onboard one of the floating palaces or giant airships the syndicate or corporate bosses used to host parties.  This one is in London and was being hosted in the Lust circle of Dante's Inferno, THE hottest club in London.  Or anywhere else for that matter.  Robyn was both a guest and part of the entertainment for the birthday party for Vanya Kurzhnev, a mid-level boss of the Vory v Zakone.  She had even dressed up for the part, eschewing her normal steampunk outfits for one of the special gowns in her closet.  There is no doubt that she can clean up well and she is noticed. 

Her pale skin offsets the large, colorful tattoo on the left side of her face.  Starting at her lower cheek, it curls up over her eye and marks her as warded and protected by the Earl's House of London Below, although nearly no one at this party would know that.  Her makeup is minimal; a touch of rouge and a hint of gloss on her lips.  Her eyes are concealed by darkened glasses that seem to consist of at least three nested lenses on each side.  Several sets of cogs and wheels decorate the outer edges of the rims.  Her gown is perfectly tailored to her form, emphasizing but not revealing her pleasant curves.  Her long, chestnut hair is caught in a pony tail that hangs to just below the curve of her butt except for several hairs that have been left loose to frame her face.  She wears no jewelry except for a Orthodox cross that hangs from her neck on a silver chain.  Her clearly Elven ears are fully exposed.

She has been hired for the night as part of a string quartet playing chamber music in one of the rooms.  She has no lack of offers to escort her around on her breaks and is happy to make the rounds on someone's arm.  She may even decide to take one of them home with her when the evening is done.  The quartet is very good, consisting of four members of the London Philharmonic Orchestra, and the audience is quick to show its appreciation for their music.  Vanya wanders in during the third set and stays to the break, whereupon he comes forward to personally greet the performers.  Vanya moves to Robyn's side and embraces her on both cheeks, speaking to her as an old friend.  And he would be wise to.  She has been Vory for longer than the Ork has been alive and a close associate of his late father and several ranking members still living.  She will never be a ranking member herself, but she is considered an extremely valued asset.  She introduces him to her companions and the Ork actually shows a slight knowledge of classical music in his conversation with them.  When the introductions are done, he offers his arm to Robyn and escorts her from the room. 

The pair move out past the shimmer that keeps the more strident rock music from interfering with the quartet's music and mingle with the other guests.  Soon enough, Vanya's attention is drawn to some other piece of eye candy and he excuses himself before heading off in her direction.  Robyn shakes her head gently, not disappointed.  Vanya has a reputation for excesses in all his appetites, including sex and the stories she has heard leave her glad that he has found different prey.  She finds refreshments on a long table and selects some for the small plate handed her by the caterer.  Looking about, she sees several small curtained alcoves placed at intervals around the room, each alcove holding a small table with a person kneeling on it.  She has been to the Inferno several times but not to this particular level before and is curious about the alcoves.  Noticing the curtain open on one she takes her plate and walks to it.  Stepping inside, she pulls the curtain closed and stands in the dim light.  Her heightened olfactory senses are picking up odors associated with sweat and sex as she places the small plate on the table.  She tilts her head a bit to one side and asks, "Would you like something to eat?"
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« Reply #2 on: <12-27-15/2232:36> »
The demure smile that is rising to the trim, curvy dryad's lips dies stillborn as she sees the elven woman's face. Earl's House, also known as the Shimmering Plain and the Courts of the Holy. The tattoo is immediately recognizable, though Anguish doubts there is anyone at the party not amongst the Valerian contingent that could spot it for what it is. Anguish's eyes narrow fractionally as she calculates distance, speed, noise levels for a brief moment. Then she thinks of Melissa and what her mistress would do to her if she was found to be on anything less than her best behavior at this party, and any thoughts of resistance or flight- even from an agent of the first house- vanish against the very real memories of knives and magic and cold, laughing eyes.

Anguish takes a deep breath, rolling her hips slightly and putting a little extra curve into her back, rising up slightly. The motions press her breasts against the thin silk and draw the eye to the tight curve of her backside, as well as showing that the lines of her dress are uninterrupted by underwear. She smiles pleasantly, and her voice is a throaty, musical sound that is low and perfectly on-pitch.

"No, thank you." Anguish responds pleasantly. She tilts her head back slightly to look up at the elf, appraising her. She takes in the touches of steampunk couture, the strong features, the tattoo that marks her as not just a visitor to Earl's House but [i[protected[/i], the long musician's hands and the relatively impressive- for an elf- curves. As she is watching, her long neck bared, she knows that the elf can see the slender leather collar and the tag that bears the lash-and-knife sigil of Valerian house. As soon as she is done look the elf over, she drops her gaze to the table, the picture of demure submissiveness.

Catching one generous lip between her front teeth and making a low noise in her throat somewhere between a moan and a purr, Anguish asks, "Is there aught I can do for you, dear lady? I have some of white and some of blue," she indicates a small satchet of white powder, one of bliss, and a third of small yellow pills with a stylized X on them, "As well as party drugs. I am, of course, also available for anything you could desire of me. At this function madamé, nothing is off limits to Mr. Kurzhnev's honored guests."

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« Reply #3 on: <12-27-15/2251:00> »
Robyn smiles, her head not moving as she senses the other woman's movements.  The rustle of material against skin is captivating, as she imagines it is supposed to be, but to someone with her sensory enhancements is it particularly effective.  The seductive noise from her throat and the sensed movements verify what her purpose here is.  Curious, Robyn reaches for the plate and pulls two grapes from their stems.  Her English is slightly accented by her native Russian, something far from odd at this party.  "No thank you.  I am quite particular about my recreational drug.  I much prefer something else........such as these grapes.  They are quite good.  Are you sure that you do not want some"

Robin pops the grapes into her mouth, savoring the delicate flavor before adding.  "May I touch you?"
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Hearing the Russian in the other woman's voice, Anguish switches languages. Her Russian is soft, lacking the harsh edges of a native speaker, but her elocution and diction are textbook perfect. "No thank you,dear lady. I am susceptible to a great many food allergies, and I am here to be part of the entertainment. To be partaken of, not to partake myself." She says softly. She looks back up at the other woman as a few things click into place; the glasses, the careful way she listens, the lack of a reaction at her movements but her attentiveness to the sound of her dress and the tag on her collar.

Understanding now, Anguish rises up slightly and reaches out to take the other woman's hands in her own. Anguish's skin is rose-petal soft and warm- she has fed recently- and her manicured nails barely graze her patron of the moment's skin. She lifts one of the chestnut-haired elf's hands to her face, kissing the pad of her thumb with warm, soft lips. The other she lets graze the front of dress, letting the woman's fingers run over the silky material covering the swell of her breast and revealing the bar piercing beneath before coming to rest on one nanotattooed shoulder. In a voice just above a whisper, Anguish says, "I am yours to enjoy as you wish, lady. May this unworthy have the honor of your...name?"
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The woman takes her hands in hers and begins speaking in Russian.  One hand is taken to the face where her soft lips play across the thumb, arousing a slight desire, much as Robyn suspects it is supposed to.  More effective and harder to deny is the effect of having her other hand brush across the thin layer of silk covering the left breast.  The feel of the taut nipple and...........yes, a bar piercing it, sends small tremors through the Elf.  The moment is brief as the other girl continues the motion, finally bringing Robyn's hand to her shoulder.  The Keeb decker is far from new to sex with another woman and recognizes the growing desire within herself.  She lifts her hand from its resting place on the shoulder and puts it to the face, caressing it as she places the touch vision into her memory.

Soft fingers gently touch every feature of the face of the kneeling woman.  At the same time soft moans let the pleasure girl know that her kisses to the other hand are having the desired effect.  Her own breasts are growing taut under her gown and she can feel urges for the girl.  Her hand reaches the collar and tag at the same time she answers the girl's question.  "I am Robyn Lysander. And you are........"

Robyn goes silent as she considers the implications of the mark she had just identified on the tag fastened to the collar around the girl's neck.  "Are you here for me?  I am not aware of anything I have done to offend the masters of your House."
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Anguish turns her head to kiss Robyn's wrist, the small motion and display of affection as automatic as breathing now. Her mind races as she tries to recall where she's heard the name before. She was...a musician? Yes, that was it. A classical musician. She hadn't realized the woman was connected with the Vory, but she could hardly cast shade on someone for being more than they appear. She'd heard Robyn play before, she realizes with delight. "Ah, the famous musician." Anguish purrs softly, ignoring the questions for a moment. "Truly, I am in esteemed company tonight." She shifts her shoulders and gently moves her head from side to side, dragging her skin across Robyn's before she says anything else and lets her hands fall to the tabletop, splaying her fingers so that her nails click against the glass, letting the woman see that she is not a threat at the moment and remains empty-handed.

After a dozen heartbeats, Anguish says, "I am called Anguish amongst the other members of my house." She smiles against Robyn's hand. "I am only here in my capacity as a servant and a bought girl." She assures the taller elf. "And a watcher, of course, as my mistress has trained me, though that is secondary tonight." She makes a small noise softly through her nose as Robyn's fingers find the tip of one pointed ear. "I am here for you, of course, but not as anything more than I appear this evening."

Lifting her chin, she raises a hand to guide Robyn's finger along the line of her jaw and throat before continuing, "And yourself, lady Lysander? Are you here as a guest or a performer?" She breathes deeply and sighs, her glamours making even such a simple sound as an exhalation into something sensual. "I would dearly love to hear one such as you play."

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The tiniest motions the pleasure girl makes against Robyn's skin send small shocks through her body, almost certainly calculated to do just that. Her body reacts, pushing hardening nipples against soft cloth in a manner that only increases the sensations.  Grasping at something that might delay what is happening to her, Robyn says, "Hardly famous.  Well known but hardly famous."

In her aroused state, it takes a minute to process what the girl had said.  "Anguish?  That is a name known to me."  She laughs softly.  "To just about anyone Below.  Your mistress is also well known.  As is your........rumored.........condition."  Robyn sighs as her delicate fingers find the tips of the ears.  "Dryad, hmmmm?  It is I who am honored, lady Anguish.  And I am both guest and performer.  I am on break between sets; a break that I must give up in about five minutes to return to do the fourth set of five."

She pauses to try to get her mind in order and laughs at the near futility.  "I am sure that you have no need of me to tell you how well your technique is working on me.  Are you allowed to leave this alcove if I require it of you?  I would take you to the room where I am playing.  I would like that."
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Now it is Anguish's turn to laugh, a smooth, velvety sound. "Ah, my reputation precedes me, I see." She says with mock sadness. "I am certain that most of the rumors are exaggerations or base falsehoods, madame." The tall elf's implication was clear, and if she was protected and warded by the first house, then she was bound by their custom and law, and could no more reveal Anguish's secret than Anguish herself could say no to Robyn.

She raises up on her knees until she is as close to of a height with Robyn as she can be and puts a hand on the back of the other woman's neck, pulling her down slightly. She kisses the smooth line of Robyn's throat, then lets her lips drift apart enough to reveal a centimeter of icy-white fang. She grazes Robyn's earlobe with one delicate needle point and whispers, "Most, but not all."

Then, sinking back and releasing Robyn's neck she continues in a conversational tone, "I am not supposed to leave this spot, but I am also supposed to entertain the guests, and you are most certainly an honored one of those. Besides," she gestures at the mirror backing the alcove, "I have eyes, and I saw how he greeted you. For you, I doubt Mr. Kurzhnev would balk." She raises her hands to stroke Robyn's forearms. "It is nice to hear that my skills are appreciated, and I will go wherever you would like to take me this evening.

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Robyn's heart hammers at her chest as the Dryad reaches behind her neck and a soft moan escapes her lips at the touch of Anguish's velvet lips to her throat.  The gentle kiss lingers a moment and Robyn is enough caught off balance that her hand reaches for and cups one of the woman's breasts, fondling it through the silken gown that barely conceals it.  She feels the short bar that pierces the nipple and idly strokes it as Anguish's lips move to nip her ear.  The ever so slight burst of pain brings a sensuous gasp from Robyn and her hand momentarily tightens on the breast, bringing a slight moan in response.  The passion rising in Robyn's body is only slightly reduced when the Dryad lowers her mouth and returns to a kneeling position.  Only Robyn's sense of responsibility keep her from pursuing a second kiss.

Breathing hard, Robyn takes a few moments to recover.  When she does, it is with a smile.  "Then by all means, let us take advantage of that loophole.  I want you to come with me.  And I rather doubt that Vanya will have much to say.  I am an old friend of the family and knew his father quite well.  Yes, quite well indeed."

Robyn gathers herself together and slides the curtain open, holding out her hand to lead the Dryad back to join her companions for the next musical set.  The Keeb musician obviously ignores any looks cast her way and intentionally ignores all of the softly and not so softly whispered comments from the other guests.  The room is almost empty when the two women pass through the silence barrier, with only four guests present.  Robyn lets Anguish's hand drop as they enter so that the Dryad can find a seat while she makes her way to the front of the room.  Sheila, one of her best friends and the lead violinist for this quartet, leans over as Robyn sits down and chides her that they were almost going to send someone to find her.  Robyn laughs.  "I was distracted.  Sorry."  Robyn picks up her cello and runs a few practice chords then nods to the others in the small group, indicating that she is ready.  And ready she is.  Distracted or not, Robyn is a consummate professional when it comes to the cello and her playing really is concert-level, as is that of the rest of the quartet.  A number of people wander into the room, nearly filling it to capacity, and many find the thirty minute set to be too short.  Several times during the performance, Robyn lifts her sightless eyes to where Anguish had taken a seat and smiles in her direction.  When the set is complete, Robyn carefully places her instrument in a stand and rises to accept handshakes and compliments from the small crowd.  Sheila looks at the other three performers and says.  "Alright.  Twenty minute break then back here for the last set.  Twenty minutes." 
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« Reply #10 on: <12-28-15/0545:39> »
Anguish is on her feet as soon as the set ends. Her chest is heaving and her eyes are bright. The polychromatic lenses had faded to clear, leaving her with eyes the dead color of a weimareiner dog's, but they are bright with the elemental joy that comes with emotion and experience, and her lush lips are curled up in a huge smile. She is at the front of the room only a few seconds after the set breaks. Robyn can't see her, but her excitement is still palpable by scent, by sound, and a few seconds later, from the huge, unselfconscious hug that Anguish gives to Robyn.

"That was lovely, lady Lysander." Anguish says a moment later as she lets Robyn go and steps back. "Truly, you are even better than your reputation would convey." She glances at the other musicians, then at Robyn's cello. "May I...may I stay, for your next performance?" She asks, almost tentatively. "I'd like to hear you play again."

Anguish looks around, seeing guests going to refill drinks, find party favors or party girls, and mingle outside the small performance space. The other musicians are casing their instruments and taking a break themselves, and Anguish looks back at her companion, smiling. She touches Robyn on the wrist. "What are you doing for the next twenty minutes?"

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Robyn is a bit surprised by the response she gets from Anguish, but welcomes the hug, her body responding on its own to the stimulus provided by the closeness of the Dryad.  After the other woman steps back, Robyn catches her breath and nods her acknowledgment of Sheila's words.  The room quickly empties as the small audience and her fellow performers leave for the break.  Robyn steps forward to within a few inches of Anguish and softly says, "What I would LIKE to do would take far more than twenty minutes.  Must you return Below tonight or could you come home with me after the party?"
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The dryad mmmm's under her breath and laughs a soft, breathy laugh. She likes the other elf, likes the way she talks and the way she plays her cello and the smell of her shampoo and the feeling of her musician's calluses when she was memorizing Anguish's face earlier. It is unusual for Anguish to be so completely charmed so quickly, but she doesn't ruin it with self-reflection. "I may be Melissa Shirae's kept slitch, but even she will not expect me back right after a Vory party." Anguish says dryly. "Nor will she expect me back during the day. I am yours all night, lady Lysander." She takes Robyn's hand in her own and places two fingers against her lips so that the other elf can feel her smile, trace its wicked lines, and purrs, "I wouldn't be so sure that twenty minutes is insufficient, however. A decade of training Below has its benefits."

Anguish kisses the fingers of the hand at her mouth, then its palm, then its wrist, letting the tips of her fangs graze the delicate skin. Its not a bite, not even a scratch really, but it is enough to let Robyn know that the fangs are very much there. Letting the arm go, Anguish straightens and looks around, finding the two of them  alone for the moment. Her lips twitch into another small smile and she steps into Robyn. From her new position, she looks up at Robyn and kisses the bottom of her jaw before asking, "Am I the first person with my...condition...for you?" Then she blushes and runs a hand through her curls in a nervous gesture that Robyn can hear if not see and murmurs, "Sorry. That was more than a little impertinent. You just don't seem...ah...well..." she shrugs helplessly, blushing fiercely and looking embarrassed, "Scared."

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Robyn shivers slightly as the Dryad takes her hand.  She is clearly attracted to the pleasure girl and her body knows it.  Her breath catches as her fingers are placed at Anguish's lips and she whispers, "Then I am fortunate that Vanya hired you and I would like to take you home."  Shaking her head slightly, she adds, "And I am sure that we both can think of something that we could do in twenty minutes, but I want much more than just twenty minutes."

Robyn almost melts when Anguish begins kissing her hand and arm and moans somewhat loudly at the faint touch of the vampire's fangs and she is thrilled when the other woman kisses her neck.  Her heightened senses indicate that the Dryad is perhaps a bit confused as well and wonders if perhaps her reaction to Robyn is not entirely scripted.  She hears the woman run a hand through her hair and answers the question with a low laugh.  "You are indeed the first woman of your kind I have ever met, much less talked to.  And it is alright to be impertinent.  Yes, I am a bit afraid right now, but more of myself than of you.  My reaction to you is not..........normal.........for me.  And I find that I would rather kiss you than try to explain myself." 

Robyn suits her actions to her words and bends her head to kiss Anguish.  Tentative at first, her kisses become more impassioned as the Dryad does not resist.  She pushes her tongue into the other woman's mouth, letting her enhanced senses of taste and touch paint a picture for her.  She runs her tongue across the small fangs and shivers in delight at the touch.  If she had eyes, they would be burning with desire; as it is she lets her body get that across to the vampire.
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Anguish melts into the kiss. She tastes lip gloss, tart grapes, and the warm, pleasant taste of a woman genuinely interested in her. She may just be a passing curiosity to Robyn, attractive because of her glamours and her reputation and her condition, but nonetheless she throws herself into the moment, relishing the rare feeling of contact without fear or pain or motive beyond simple pleasure. Her hands come up, one placed at the small of the taller woman's back, crushing Robyn's body to hers so that they can feel the warmth of one another's skin through the dresses and so Robyn can feel the small movements of Anguish's hips and waist. The other glides along Robyn's hair until it rests at the nape of her neck again. The kiss draws on, tongues trading back and forth and small mewls whispering from one throat to the other, and Anguish's pale eyes flutter closed as she drinks it all in.

Anguish purrs in the back of her throat as Robyn teases her fangs and shivers. She catches Robyn's lip between her teeth and bites down, digging her fangs into the tender flesh. Not hard, of course, but enough to sting before she draws her head back and breaks off the kiss, breathing heavily. "We should...stop for now." Anguish pants, her chest heaving. "You know my secret, but there are many here who do not, and I am afraid that if I lose myself entirely in the moment in public, someone may find me out." Despite her words, Anguish's first action is not to back away, but to kiss the point of Robyn's shoulder. Then, reluctantly, she steps back a pace and says, "As to your reaction, the exotic always has a draw and the new a touch of fear." She's speaking Russian again. "Your reputation goes back a long way, lady Lysander, enough so that I know you must have had enough experiences that the purely mundane might seem boring now." Anguish shrugs, then remembers that Robyn can't see the motion. "I represent something new, perhaps for the first time in years. There is no shame in acting a bit out of sorts with anticipation." She chuckles softly and adds, "That I am a dryad and a trained courtesan, amongst other things probably does not hurt."