[ Of course she knows what to do. Even if things are different now, all the Saintess is good for is responding to the dirty desires everyone wants to place on her. He doesn't have to ask, doesn't even have to demand - she knows what she's here for. So, she turns to face him at last - she still won't look him in the eyes - and moves across the bed over to his side.
... It's different from last night. Not least of all because she's had to find a different shift. The material isn't quite as expensive as the one she'd arrived with, but it's cut to frame her chest and shoulders, extraneous frills at the chest and the hem that brushes her thighs. In just about every sense, she's been decorated for the Mors King to enjoy. That's all she's here to provide.
But there's no way she can do that without some direction. She knows what he wants, but that doesn't mean she knows how to give it. So, the Saintess lifts her eyes just slightly, but no further than the dip of his throat. Her lashes lower, her fingers curl into her shift and her voice is quiet. Hesitant. ]
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... It's different from last night. Not least of all because she's had to find a different shift. The material isn't quite as expensive as the one she'd arrived with, but it's cut to frame her chest and shoulders, extraneous frills at the chest and the hem that brushes her thighs. In just about every sense, she's been decorated for the Mors King to enjoy. That's all she's here to provide.
But there's no way she can do that without some direction. She knows what he wants, but that doesn't mean she knows how to give it. So, the Saintess lifts her eyes just slightly, but no further than the dip of his throat. Her lashes lower, her fingers curl into her shift and her voice is quiet. Hesitant. ]
...What... should I do to satisfy you this time?