Planar Seduction

And you never said you wanted to give birth to the baby. Or you wanted him to father it. Or anything of that sort. 

👁 : How good is their sight?

👅 : What is your muse's favorite taste?

👄 : How does your muse kiss?

💄 : Favorite color lipstick?

💍 : Does your muse like to wear jewelry?

🧠 : How smart is your muse?

👃 : What's your muse's favorite smell?

🗣 : Does your muse have an accent?

👥 : Is your muse an introvert or an extrovert?

💪 : How strong is your muse?

👊 : Would your muse win in a fist fight?

👾 : Does your muse play any games?

🌂 : What's your muse's favorite kind of weather?

{ rasereiverfallen }

Soroth had slipped into the ball without being noticed at first, standing off to the side and watching the crowds as they filed in. It was an interesting event, and he was curious to see what would unfold during the night, but he hardly had any intention of really bringing himself to interfere with most of the mortals himself. 

Well, directly, at least. 

He couldn’t help himself as he cast magic to tug on a woman’s skirt, causing her to trip into an unsuspecting dancer and he watched as they gracelessly tried to right themselves. And he made it more difficult with another small tug on each of them in turn. 

It grew boring quickly, however, and he turned to look at the others once more when he spotted another familiar figure in the crowd. 

Well, this required direct attention. He walked slowly over to the tiefling, snagging two glasses of some liquor as he went before he appeared next to the man and held out one of the glasses. 

{ eldritchchaos​ }

Rana moved with ease through the crowd, smirking as the market goers moved out of the way for ou. The cambion was always amused when such things happened in ou true form.

Soroth had been there for all three days thus far, observing as many of the people as he could have before the brawl began. While his cambion friend had chosen to participate in the brawls for the day, the fae had an entirely different idea. 

He had begun drinking early, holding the bottle as he moved around, and pretending to be drunk as he moved around, waiting for the brawls to begin. When the first round began, he drunkenly drawled to the commoner next to him that he was sure that the rogue was going to win, despite that he was not the preferred competitor.

The commoner, of course, took him up on the bet. The fae, of course, had made a deal with the rogue earlier, discretely casting a spell on him to ensure his win. At least for a few matches. The first round done, he collected his money with a hoot and moved on. 

Rana grinned widely as ou stepped up to the line, having signed up for the brawl and eager to get hands dirty. Height seemed the most obvious advantage ou had, but that was hardly the specialty the cambion had. Speed, despite size, and more importantly: playing dirty.