In Bed With The Devil

Libyan, she was never one for romance and yet laying in bed beside Tariyaan something strange tugged at her heartstrings. Watching a man worthy of her body whistling in his sleep, his body bare of clothes and a gentle expression on his lips–what was it about this feeling? Why did she feel sorry for such a devil? He was strong, he was manipulative, but more than that, he was a scum worse than scum, and yet, she felt sympathy.

'Men like him raped you when you were young and weak of the heart, Libyan…Do not succumb to weakness, you're not a man's toy to be played around with, you're no one's toy and you belong to nobody.' Distancing herself from such thoughts, she slipped out of the massive bed that was required to keep her body off the ground. Shifting her tail into a pair of legs, she walked over to the vanity table and decided to self-reflect in the mirror.