The Goltbred heiress, upon having returned from months of training in another city at the Coiled Serpent Guild main branch - and after a welcome homecoming and important and necessary talk with her wounded fiance - promptly locked herself in her room for three days. She slept long hours, she ate what her personal servant brought to her room, and most importantly she meditated every moment that wasn't those two things.
'Stupid sexy muscles, stupid sexy muscles, stupid-'
Like any addict, the blame game made the source of the issue someone else's problem. None of it fell on her own choice to ask the swordswoman if she could rub her stomach before she left that evening. The excuse was because it had been done to her on the couch, so it was 'only fair'. She knew…
'My mind is empty of errant thoughts, my hand has not touched something blessed, my mind is empty of-'
She knew it was a mistake while she was asking!
