an angel fallen from grace

Draco looked amused at her. "A naughty angel? That's something I ever heard of, and believe me when I say I have read a lot about muggles, and what they believe or not." He pressed his fingertips on the hollow of her throat and dragged it down her chest, stopping at the spot where her breasts begun. "Looks to me like you're enjoying your sentence way too much, Angel."

“There’s plenty of us around though we usually don’t keep our wings showing,” she said, turning to show the little wings on her back. Angel shivered at his touch to her neck, her chest arching up as if urging him to continue. “Well, I enjoy the pleasures I’ve discovered since I’ve fallen. Thinking about them, talking about them, doing them… no matter who might see,” she purred, reaching up to place both hands on his chest to arch closer.

Draco grinned. "Some have it more obvious than others I think" he said, his fingertips purposedly not touching fully the area around her nipples. "Is that so? Tell me about that then. What have you discovered so far tonight?" He looked at her hands on his chest and chuckled. "Or, what else would you like to discover?"

She pouted when he avoided her peaked nipples, the thin material making it obvious how aroused she was. “I’ve hardly discovered anything,” she said with a slight whine. “I would very much like to discover what sort of pleasure a man like you could find with me.”

“She might, but don’t you still think it’s a bit strange? Returning from the dead just after she’s become engaged to someone new?” Her nose crinkled under her mask, and she took another sip of her drink. “I’ve met some beings that have returned from the dead. They’re not pleasant.”

Westley could understand the others' concerns, and he had shared similar thoughts, and maybe that was why he was here this evening and not planning how to steal his love away. "The difference between me and those beings is I was never truly dead."

“Yes, but she believed you did. Her initial reaction may be plagued by thoughts of that,” she warned. ‘Some of the more… questionable things I’ve seen since I’ve fallen never seem to work out well.”

She absolutely wasn't pouting about being turned down - though it never had happened before, not to her. "And do you think she'll willingly go along with you, considering that she thinks you're dead and all?"

He allowed himself a moment to pause and consider the question. "If true love is meant to be, then I would hope she'd leave with me willingly." The whole him being dead thing would make her surprised, but wouldn't it be a joyous reunion to know he hadn't died at sea?

“She might, but don’t you still think it’s a bit strange? Returning from the dead just after she’s become engaged to someone new?” Her nose crinkled under her mask, and she took another sip of her drink. “I’ve met some beings that have returned from the dead. They’re not pleasant.”

Draco looked at the way she moved her hips and grinned. "That's me, although you don't strike me like the kind of person who would need one. Nevertheless, I'm here for it." He took her hand and kissed it gently. "An angel? I read all about that kind of ethereal beings like you. And what, I wonder, made you want to come down to Earth, and leave such a great place as people claim Heaven to be?"

A happy shiver tickled down her back when he kissed her hand, her body swaying towards his without thinking much about it. She giggled at that. "Well, I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. You see, I succumbed to desire. To lust. And proper angels are supposed to be all good and bland and... that's just not me," she breathed.

Draco looked amused at her. "A naughty angel? That's something I ever heard of, and believe me when I say I have read a lot about muggles, and what they believe or not." He pressed his fingertips on the hollow of her throat and dragged it down her chest, stopping at the spot where her breasts begun. "Looks to me like you're enjoying your sentence way too much, Angel."

“There’s plenty of us around though we usually don’t keep our wings showing,” she said, turning to show the little wings on her back. Angel shivered at his touch to her neck, her chest arching up as if urging him to continue. “Well, I enjoy the pleasures I’ve discovered since I’ve fallen. Thinking about them, talking about them, doing them… no matter who might see,” she purred, reaching up to place both hands on his chest to arch closer.

Amy lifted an eyebrow at the woman's hand on her waist. "Not something to drink?" she asked, and she took a step forward before mimicking the gesture, her hand coming to rest on Angel's waist as well. "What do you suggest, exactly?"

Angel's smirk widened when she felt the other's hand on her waist, her body curving to lean into the touch. "What I'm suggesting is definitely not for mixed audiences, if you're daring enough to find a dark corner with me," she murmured, shifting close enough so their bodies were nearly touching.

Lust flashed momentarily over Amy’s features, and she looked around them to see where the nearest dark corner might be. She closed the distance between them, pressing their abdomens together as she leaned in close to whisper in the other woman’s ear. “Show me.”

Angel giggled happily, pressing back against her before taking her hand to lead her to the nearest appropriate place. “How does this make you feel?” She asked in a sultry tone, pressing the other woman back to the wall, her full lips landing on the side of Amy’s neck, both hands starting to map the curves of her body hungrily.

Draco looked at the way she moved her hips and grinned. "That's me, although you don't strike me like the kind of person who would need one. Nevertheless, I'm here for it." He took her hand and kissed it gently. "An angel? I read all about that kind of ethereal beings like you. And what, I wonder, made you want to come down to Earth, and leave such a great place as people claim Heaven to be?"

A happy shiver tickled down her back when he kissed her hand, her body swaying towards his without thinking much about it. She giggled at that. "Well, I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. You see, I succumbed to desire. To lust. And proper angels are supposed to be all good and bland and... that's just not me," she breathed.

Westley saw the frown on the other lady's face, and for a brief moment, he felt a sense of guilt. He knew she was simply trying to be friendly, but this conversation of his love made him feel guilty for allowing another too close. "I intend to steal her away." He told her. "If our love is true, then we will run away together, and if not, then death will be a sweet release."

She absolutely wasn't pouting about being turned down - though it never had happened before, not to her. "And do you think she'll willingly go along with you, considering that she thinks you're dead and all?"

Amy lifted an eyebrow at the woman's hand on her waist. "Not something to drink?" she asked, and she took a step forward before mimicking the gesture, her hand coming to rest on Angel's waist as well. "What do you suggest, exactly?"

Angel's smirk widened when she felt the other's hand on her waist, her body curving to lean into the touch. "What I'm suggesting is definitely not for mixed audiences, if you're daring enough to find a dark corner with me," she murmured, shifting close enough so their bodies were nearly touching.

"I know, it's delicious, isn't it," she said happily, clearly thriving in the charged atmosphere. "Aphrodisiac, hm? Well, don't mind if I do." Angel took a sip, a pleased hum catching in her throat. "Does it seem to be working on you?"

"Delicious is an excellent word for it," Amy replied, and she smiled when Angel took a sip from her cup. "I think it might be," she said, "but I'm going to need a bit more of that vampire blood to make sure. Unless you have anything you'd recommend?"

Tilting her head, she sidled closer to the other, her intentions pretty obvious. "Well, it's not something to drink, necessarily, but it could also prove a powerful aphrodisiac," she hinted, daring to reach out and rest her hand lightly on Amy's waist.

Her lips pursed in a little pout when he looked away from her. The answer was obvious, but the sadness in his voice tugged at even her black heart. "I'm sorry to hear that," she murmured, resting one hand on his arm to comfort him. "If I've learned anything falling, it's that not even death can stop true love."

Westley knew some questioned his faithfulness to Buttercup even though she was engaged to the Prince. What could he offer her in comparison? Yes, they had what he'd believed to be true love but did that really matter in the end? "It's the way of life." He told her, his arm tensing beneath her hand but he didn't brush her off. "Precisely. All it does is delay it for a little while." He told her, and that was when he finally brushed the other's hand from his arm. "Unfortunately, it would seem not everyone shares that sentiment."

Angel frowned as he brushed off her innocently intended touch. "I guess not," she said slowly, brows furrowed. "So do you have any intentions of trying to win her back? Since it doesn't seem like anyone else will do for you."

Her fingers skimmed along the table full of options, dark lips pursed together. "Something sweet, I think," she hummed to herself, taking a cup and pouring a bit of something labeled 'Daydream Potion' in to start out. "Do you think there's any sort of love potion around here? Or lust, perhaps?" she asked the person next to her.

She giggled, glancing down towards the end of the table. "Well, I suppose you're right. Love isn't really what I'm after anyway, and there's more than enough lust to go around. So maybe... some of this?' she mused, picking up a pitcher of something dark and sniffing experimentally. "What do you think?" she asked as she held out the pitcher for the other to peruse.

Westley's gaze left the maiden in front of him as she asked if his beloved had remained as faithful to him as he had to her. The fact he had looked away had likely given the woman all she needed to know, but he hadn't survived being attacked and becoming a fearful foe by silence and uncertainty. "She's betrothed to another, even after I promised to return to her." He knew the news of his death had spread but she'd still not trusted him to find his way back to her.

Her lips pursed in a little pout when he looked away from her. The answer was obvious, but the sadness in his voice tugged at even her black heart. "I'm sorry to hear that," she murmured, resting one hand on his arm to comfort him. "If I've learned anything falling, it's that not even death can stop true love."

He considered the women's words for a moment before gving a brief nod of his head. "I can see the appeal of indulging on occasion." He told her, even if the thought had never crossed his mind in the past. He was silent for a moment as she mentioned giving into lust or being committed to his one true love. He'd been nothing but faithful since they'd been apart, but he also knew she'd not waited for him and gave into an engagement to another. "I've remained faithful even while apart."

She was curious if this would be such an occasion, but bit her tongue. It wasn't quite time to ask. "Apart? And has... she remained just as faithful to you?" she asked in a low voice, her body swaying closer to his.

"Hm. It's an interesting question. I would imagine it would only effect me since I'm the one consuming it, but to be perfectly frank, I tend to incite lust in most people that cross my path who enjoy feminine assets," she said smoothly, winking at the detective. "It's delicious, would you like to try?" she offered as she tipped her cup towards him. "Has to be better than that Ages potion."

The detective nodded, "That does make sense, yes. Oh do you now? And what kind of creature is capable of such a change over another?" he asked, looking at her fully, possibly feeling the effects she reported she was capable of. He took the cup and took a sip, humming in delight, "That is quite good. Yes, this ages potion is - well - aged," he laughed.

Angel smirked. "I'm a fallen angel, handsome, fallen because of the temptation of lust," she explained, shifting slightly, her chest arching out and obviously testing the limit of the thin fabric covering her breasts. "I assume it's not the good kind of aged, like a whiskey or wine?" Leaning over, she sniffed at the cup he held, wrinkling her nose. "Ugh, please don't drink more of that, that smells awful!"

“That’s made a lot of people fall in my day,” he said with a laugh. The detective laughed and shook his head, “no it’s not, dame. It’s aged like milk as far as I can tell.” He took the others advice and put the cup down. “Why don’t you do a guy a favor and split what’s in your cup then?”

Her nose wrinkled again as she laughed. "I think you might be right about that, it smells like it!" Angel smiled coyly, sipping at her cup, her eyes playful. "And what do I get if I do you this favor, hm?" she asked.

"Hm. It's an interesting question. I would imagine it would only effect me since I'm the one consuming it, but to be perfectly frank, I tend to incite lust in most people that cross my path who enjoy feminine assets," she said smoothly, winking at the detective. "It's delicious, would you like to try?" she offered as she tipped her cup towards him. "Has to be better than that Ages potion."

The detective nodded, "That does make sense, yes. Oh do you now? And what kind of creature is capable of such a change over another?" he asked, looking at her fully, possibly feeling the effects she reported she was capable of. He took the cup and took a sip, humming in delight, "That is quite good. Yes, this ages potion is - well - aged," he laughed.

Angel smirked. "I'm a fallen angel, handsome, fallen because of the temptation of lust," she explained, shifting slightly, her chest arching out and obviously testing the limit of the thin fabric covering her breasts. "I assume it's not the good kind of aged, like a whiskey or wine?" Leaning over, she sniffed at the cup he held, wrinkling her nose. "Ugh, please don't drink more of that, that smells awful!"

The other's comment had her grinning, holding her cup up to her mouth coyly. "You're probably right about that, you can practically taste the lust in the air," she said, her voice a delighted sigh. "Mm. Vampire blood sounds delightful. Mind if I have a taste?"

"Lust is everywhere all the time in this place," Amy said back before sipping at her fruit punch blood. "The masks do make it a bit more fun, though!" She handed her cup over. "Help yourself! I should probably warn you, I've heard it's a bit of an aphrodisiac."

"I know, it's delicious, isn't it," she said happily, clearly thriving in the charged atmosphere. "Aphrodisiac, hm? Well, don't mind if I do." Angel took a sip, a pleased hum catching in her throat. "Does it seem to be working on you?"

His musing made her lips twist in a pout. "Not all of us are lucky enough to find true love like that. Even the most heavenly of beings aren't guaranteed," she said, sighing. "Which is why I prefer lust, after all. Lust is much more easily fabricated."

"Now, now, don't mistake my finding of true love as luck." He told his current companion. "None of us are guaranteed anything, even those of us who have found true love aren't guaranteed to keep it." He told her. "As for lust... it's easily fabricated because it normally means nothing."

Her shoulders rolled in a casual shrug. "I suppose. But it's so much fun to indulge in, isn't it? Even if it means nothing in the end - the physical gratification is worth it in the moment," Angel mused, sipping her drink. "Have you found yourself giving in to lust, or are you committed to your one true love?"