The black haired woman, offering her back the item seemed odd, as if there was a trick deep down within the offer, and so she ignored the offer for now. Calreen watched as the visitor examined her nude body. She want's to petch me! But I also want to petch her all the same. She knew then and there that the black haired, beautiful, shackled, woman wanted to abuse her body, but she also was pretty okay with the idea. The word distracted set something off inside of Calreen's head though, “Distracted?! I was Distracted!? I commanded by a foul bea..beast of a man!.” Her trouble with common was evident, and she hated appearing to be dumber than the people around her, especially this one. As she thought“this one” she eyed the woman from head to toe again, damn she loved this woman's body. At the compliment of her own body Calreen hesitated and almost froze for a moment, she wasn't used to compliments, not even in the slightest. The Vagik is trying to keep my Daggers, I'll Kill her! She ignored what her brain told her to do and tried to continue the conversation, “Yes, I know my body is...is...delectable, but will not distract me yourself.” Clareen took a step closer to the woman, their lips were now inches apart and their bodies were pressed slightly against each others. Reaching up, she took the baton from her up risen hand. Whispering into her ear, Clareen continued, “You may not keep them, they are mine.” After she finished the statement she kissed the visitor's dark red lips, nicking her bottom lip with her teeth intentionally; drawing blood. She then withdrew her lips, but stayed the same distance away from the woman. |