[It has been a long time since Lilias was treated to anything resembling luxury for the winter holidays. Her years of late have most often been spent in roadside taverns or camped in forest clearings. The comfort and ease of being waited on for her every whim hasn't been her reality in… well, ever, actually. Even when she lived with servants, she valued their labour too much to have them toil for her every desire.
But on this night, things are different. Lilias can still feel the phantom weight of the birch rod placed in her hand, and although the switch itself is nowhere to be seen, the curving horns and sharp teeth gracing her features are clear signs of the rod's continued influence. She's been working hard these past weeks, and she deserves some recompense. She knows the woman across from her only from her dreams, but whether she's real or imagined, she is clearly eager to please--and for once, Lilias is inclined to make her work for it.
Comfortably seated on a small sofa with her hooved feet crossed at the ankles, Lilias is dressed in a dark blue blouse and long black skirts. The rubies at her ears glitter in the fire light as she turns to regard Ophelia, her grey eyes scanning the room to observe her efforts before finally scrutinizing the woman herself. Her desire for praise is obvious, but Lilias isn't ready to give it to her just yet.]
Hmm. Come here. [She doesn't so much as beckon, simply waiting with a steady gaze for Ophelia to step closer.] I want my hair braided and done up. Don't tug it.
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But on this night, things are different. Lilias can still feel the phantom weight of the birch rod placed in her hand, and although the switch itself is nowhere to be seen, the curving horns and sharp teeth gracing her features are clear signs of the rod's continued influence. She's been working hard these past weeks, and she deserves some recompense. She knows the woman across from her only from her dreams, but whether she's real or imagined, she is clearly eager to please--and for once, Lilias is inclined to make her work for it.
Comfortably seated on a small sofa with her hooved feet crossed at the ankles, Lilias is dressed in a dark blue blouse and long black skirts. The rubies at her ears glitter in the fire light as she turns to regard Ophelia, her grey eyes scanning the room to observe her efforts before finally scrutinizing the woman herself. Her desire for praise is obvious, but Lilias isn't ready to give it to her just yet.]
Hmm. Come here. [She doesn't so much as beckon, simply waiting with a steady gaze for Ophelia to step closer.] I want my hair braided and done up. Don't tug it.