Aug 4, 2016
She’d seen that little display. Half the party probably saw it. Undoubtedly some of them were impressed.
Bethany is predatory.
She sees Cyrran’s dance partner—a man she recognizes as an Alliance employee who spends his off hours with the Ceasefire crew—leave Cyrran a shorted-out mess in the crowd and internally she’s laughing at her poor friend’s expense while she flits through the crowd.
“We need some air freshener in here,” she comments as she comes up alongside the elf and throws an arm over his shoulders. “‘Cause it’s smelling a little like sweat and a lot like something else all over this little patch of dance floor.”
The grin splitting her face is nothing short of wickedly delighted at what’s just happened to him.
