…is what brought her here. She stopped at the entrance as she was announced, and surveyed the ballroom for a handful of seconds, pinpointed the epicenter, and the method she would use came in an instant. The doddering old king needed an heir. She could give him an heir, or at least make the old fool think he was getting one. A year, maybe two. (What’s a year to an elf?) As she glided across the room, she paused long enough to dip three fingers into a glass of whiskey held by some fat noble. As she traced her fingertips down her cleavage, and then sucked them dry, he gave a startled ‘hrrrmmmpphh’. Whiskey and elvish musk. SHE was the irresistible force! Keep moving! A significant amount of the men in the room were now watching her every move. For she was a ‘goddess’. Hell! She had even played one a time or two. She gave an involuntary shudder that was almost orgasmic, and an infinitesimal smile as she recalled some of the teenaged boys she had used and made disappear. The smell was overwhelming here. Game face! Vacuous smile. Check! Slightly narrowed eyes. Check! Make sure to slur a word now and then! Ahhhh, power and wealth, a smell all its own! Sha’Annon, deposed queen, and all around evil, backstabbing, dangerous bitch! Arinae by Thornworks at DAZ Allura hair at DAZ MFD and Elvish Royalty textures at DAZ Medieval Dome at DAZ Another character portrait, which is actually the result of the vignette above. Usually they come the other way around! Go figure. TTFN