The blonde could see quite a few good reasons to visit Tristan in Oakleigh. Despite her coy and teasing replies, she couldn't deny that she'd quite happily accept his invitation and doubted that his company was likely to be tiresome at any point given how refreshing his attitude and manners were. More than that, she was pleased by his obvious desire to have her, his attraction quite clear as he kissed her almost feverishly, giving her his rapt attention. It was something that Valeria craved above all else. Other people pined after things like love but for her, there was nothing better than being desired. It didn't have to be a pit of burning lust but simple awed looks and admiring glances. She enjoyed his attention, fed upon it so that she practically glowed from within when she smiled at him, all the more willing to do everything and anything necessary to allow it to continue, or possibly even increase.
As she explained her history with the House of Roses, he seemed to become even further absorbed with her, delight flaring in her with such force that the Burhan had to resist the urge to preen. She laughed, a musical tinkle conveying both her amusement and perfect happiness in that moment. To think of the lengths she'd gone to in order to hide such dealings in her past, aware of how scandalous it would be deemed, how it would cause men to perceive her in a particular way and yet here was Tristan, taking it in his stride and evidently pleased at the information.
She bit her lip, shy at the prospect of discussing her favourite amongst the women in the brothel. Of course she knew the answer without thinking, her first lover not likely to stray easily from her memory. "Gilla. She's quite dark, not originally from Rynmere and I'm not actually sure that she's still here," she admitted, fiddling with her hair. It had been a great deal of time since she'd set foot in the establishment, preferring to earn her lovers with something other than coin, especially the female ones. The blonde had found that she enjoyed the challenge of determining the inclinations of different women that she encountered, wondering if their interest would extend to her. Still, she understood the attraction of visiting the place as well as the inconvenience of having your steps dogged. Ulyne had been a thorn in her side when she'd accompanied to Andaris in her later teens; her tutor was always a nightmare.
When he countered her jealousy question, her brows rose. She had no idea who these women were that he was talking about but Ilaren was no mere woman. Regardless of her disinterest in the Immortal, she could still say that she was impressed and envious to some degree as well. Why couldn't she have slept with Zanik? She felt as if she seriously needed to step up her game if she was going to interest the Immortal of Seduction in that way. That didn't mean that she wouldn't seriously try though.
"No, of course I'm not jealous. They're not here and I am. Scoring Ilaren though? That's impressive, you have my respect. Did you drink her under the table?" she asked jokingly, nodding to his wine glass. "Seriously though, well done! As for men... well, they aren't for everyone. I just happen to like both and there are advantages and disadvantages to being with each, I suppose. Men have a tendency of being less... considerate but that isn't always the case. Some men actually care about what they're doing," the Elithem purred, moving some hair away from Tristan's face as she spoke, catching her lip between her teeth in a brief gesture that she knew would hold his attention.
When she began kissing him again, he shut up rather abruptly, apparently more eager to enjoy the moment rather than spoiling it with speech. It was a sentiment that she could respect, even if she did whisper sweet nothings in his ear as she allowed her lips and tongue to work around his neck, only using her teeth on occasion because she was aware that it would draw livid marks that were best left in places less visible than the throat.
"Of course, I'm better. I'm right here, right now," the blonde breathed into his ear, lips whispering against his earlobe. Her lips continued to work, kisses growing more feverish as her desire rose, finally drawing back with flushed cheeks and eyes of liquid gold. If she'd had a bit or two to calm down then she might have been able to maintain some control but when he gently laid her down and returned her kisses, she found herself trembling and gasping as her skin seemed to catch fire wherever his lips touched.
As she explained her history with the House of Roses, he seemed to become even further absorbed with her, delight flaring in her with such force that the Burhan had to resist the urge to preen. She laughed, a musical tinkle conveying both her amusement and perfect happiness in that moment. To think of the lengths she'd gone to in order to hide such dealings in her past, aware of how scandalous it would be deemed, how it would cause men to perceive her in a particular way and yet here was Tristan, taking it in his stride and evidently pleased at the information.
She bit her lip, shy at the prospect of discussing her favourite amongst the women in the brothel. Of course she knew the answer without thinking, her first lover not likely to stray easily from her memory. "Gilla. She's quite dark, not originally from Rynmere and I'm not actually sure that she's still here," she admitted, fiddling with her hair. It had been a great deal of time since she'd set foot in the establishment, preferring to earn her lovers with something other than coin, especially the female ones. The blonde had found that she enjoyed the challenge of determining the inclinations of different women that she encountered, wondering if their interest would extend to her. Still, she understood the attraction of visiting the place as well as the inconvenience of having your steps dogged. Ulyne had been a thorn in her side when she'd accompanied to Andaris in her later teens; her tutor was always a nightmare.
When he countered her jealousy question, her brows rose. She had no idea who these women were that he was talking about but Ilaren was no mere woman. Regardless of her disinterest in the Immortal, she could still say that she was impressed and envious to some degree as well. Why couldn't she have slept with Zanik? She felt as if she seriously needed to step up her game if she was going to interest the Immortal of Seduction in that way. That didn't mean that she wouldn't seriously try though.
"No, of course I'm not jealous. They're not here and I am. Scoring Ilaren though? That's impressive, you have my respect. Did you drink her under the table?" she asked jokingly, nodding to his wine glass. "Seriously though, well done! As for men... well, they aren't for everyone. I just happen to like both and there are advantages and disadvantages to being with each, I suppose. Men have a tendency of being less... considerate but that isn't always the case. Some men actually care about what they're doing," the Elithem purred, moving some hair away from Tristan's face as she spoke, catching her lip between her teeth in a brief gesture that she knew would hold his attention.
When she began kissing him again, he shut up rather abruptly, apparently more eager to enjoy the moment rather than spoiling it with speech. It was a sentiment that she could respect, even if she did whisper sweet nothings in his ear as she allowed her lips and tongue to work around his neck, only using her teeth on occasion because she was aware that it would draw livid marks that were best left in places less visible than the throat.
"Of course, I'm better. I'm right here, right now," the blonde breathed into his ear, lips whispering against his earlobe. Her lips continued to work, kisses growing more feverish as her desire rose, finally drawing back with flushed cheeks and eyes of liquid gold. If she'd had a bit or two to calm down then she might have been able to maintain some control but when he gently laid her down and returned her kisses, she found herself trembling and gasping as her skin seemed to catch fire wherever his lips touched.
