Intercidet
Only the sound of footfalls broke the austere silence of the room. White marble coated every surface. The room was piercingly bright, Asmodean's eyes narrowing. The black-clad musician was like a shadow amongst all the room. The only piece of furniture was an ivory velvet couch that Lanfear lounged langorously on. It was so like the woman.
There were a few, bright red pools of blood on the floor. He supposed it was to be expected that she would make a mess of the little girl. The tiny, curled figure, bright red hair spilled across the floor like blood, barely received any of his attention. She was not his problem, and was apparently sedated. Lanfear may have little shame, but she liked her pleasures in private. His voice was cold.
"Lanfear."
There were a few, bright red pools of blood on the floor. He supposed it was to be expected that she would make a mess of the little girl. The tiny, curled figure, bright red hair spilled across the floor like blood, barely received any of his attention. She was not his problem, and was apparently sedated. Lanfear may have little shame, but she liked her pleasures in private. His voice was cold.
"Lanfear."