Castle Eternal
Trina smiles standing from her seat over by the fireplace, once hearing the servant announce your entrance, she lays down the novel that she was reading and walks toward you, her stryking blue eyes scan upward, to boldly look direcly into your own.
Welcome please make yourself comfortable, the servants will bring refreshments shortly, but for now allow me to show you around, I do take such great pride in having visitors into my home.
She motions with a danity hand for you to follow, the swirls of velvet, leather and lace hug tight about her tiny waist, the fabric cascading to flow well passed her slim ankles, giving wonder to one if she even wears slippers on her small feet, the impression as she floats across the room only tends to heighten that curiousity, as she makes her way toward the hall.
But do not let looks be decieving, behind that small facade of the dainty woman is a femme fatale. Finally catching your breath at last, having been speechless just from the sound of her soft voice, you swallow hard and go to follow, with your eyes locked on the mesmorizing sway of her hips, trying to concentrate just to remember,..and just what was it I came here for ?