For several long moments, complete silence reigned as the lady attempted to recompose her own trembling glories and reassemble the patrician hauteur underpinning her every regal nuance.
When she finally responded, the statuesque goddess's full lips twisted in an emotion somewhere between petulant offence and...something darker Blake couldn't readily identify glimmering behind those hooded lids. But it swept past him like a wind. He immediately got goosebumps as he felt the environment slightly shift. It was like this woman was emitting some strange aura.
"You dare turn away from luxuriating in my untamed pleasures, beloved?" Though her tone remained melodious and unruffled, there was simply no mistaking the perilous undercurrent surging through each resonant syllable. "I offer you the ecstasies and comforts of paradise itself, yet still you resist abandoning yourself to my dominion in favor of chasing these temporary ghosts tormenting your fragile psyche."
