Room in Romania

Claire laughed internally, as eventually Elyss began to return her kiss. She then smiled at the response she'd received, and placed her hand on the other woman's head, ruffling her hair gently. After having heard this she realized that her plans were coming along even more smoothly than she had imagined that they would. Still, she had no ill intentions towards the young woman seated beside her. In fact, she had the best of intentions. This would most likely not be immediately understood, but in the long run, her intentions would be brought to light.

"Such a good girl"

At the same time she also instilled a rather large amount of emotional energy into these words, so that they would be perceived as some type of reward to the other woman. Once she'd finished that task, she began to speak once more.

"I would like it very much if you would protect me, which goes hand in hand with serving me, something that I'm sure you'll be the very best at.

Her smile widened as she said this, growing ever more enticing.

In fact, I'll help you grow stronger so that you can do so, doesn't that sound nice?"

She let those words sink in for a few moments while she waited for the other woman to reply. Almost absentmindedly she added an afterthought.

"Feel free to begin eating by the way. Just behave while you do so. I'm sure you know of proper etiquette by this point in your life."

After she had said this, Claire began to help herself to the food that had been lain out before her. The lamb was incredibly succulent tonight. A rather fitting coincidence, as her other lamb was also quite succulent. She kept these thoughts private, however, and simply waited for Elyss to begin speaking once more.

Her hair is made an example out of; the second casualty of her person. Though, can she say she disliked the hand that ran smoothly upon her scalp demeaning her slightly with an act one would do to someone they see as… a child to them or maybe an insubordinate? That is a thought that barely was able to form in her mind before she absently found herself leaning into said hand much like the kiss. The time between reconsideration and obedience has drastically decreased; proof that all the suggestions she has been plagued with have grasped her mind firmly with a firm, yet gentle, hand. Elyss barely had thoughts about the meaning of any of this with the demand that she follows Claire being drilled so heavily into her subconsciousness. Could she see the future being set before her? No. All she can see at this very moment is her Sueki mistress.

“Thank you.”

Her voice is somewhat hollow repaying the kindness being shown to her by Claire’s forced hospitality. Even more subduing energy is being filtered through her, and the fact she hasn’t become vegetabalized by the mass of it is surprising. Though, there is no escape from these words filled with power unless some heroine or hero were to crash in and save her, but that is an unthinkable outcome, for was she not brought here by the very woman who took her in? Why would Ulv return claiming to be a saviour after bringing her into the clutches of this vampiric woman who now seems to want to gobble Elyss up and steal her from all who wished to be her friend? Who needs friends when you have your Mistress?

“I will… do my best… Thank you for helping me… serve...”

She mutters a bit quietly after learning that protecting and serving go hand in hand, but deep down, she felt like she’s always known such. Deep down, she feels that she’s accepted this a long time ago, but it feels awkward like the suggestion is brand new and has always been her dream since birth; clashing ideals tearing her up within. Though, this is not wrong, is it? She is being given growth. This is no different than with Ulv is it? Ulv, however, gave her freedom to do as she pleased, right? She can feel her thoughts on the massive woman changing within her own mind; warped by Claire’s wishes as her mind starts creating false memories and opinions of others to make the idea of serving Claire more and more of a reality that she can agree on.

She says nothing as she looks down at her food before her. Despite her hunger begging to be sated, she stills herself. Proper etiquette? Elyss’ eyes darken as she recalls her life growing up in literal trash with no idea of when a meal came, and when one did, there was no etiquette. There was only the mad devouring to stop the pain. Can she really eat with a skill she did not have? Though, to make Claire happy, she feels her body tense with the slow movement of grabbing a utensil. It was as if her body moved like a machine forcing skills she did not have to work slowly allowing herself to eat in hopes that she is not reprimanded. Still, she does sloppily cutting at her meal with evident struggle before bringing a slice to her mouth.

It is all for Claire though. Always for her mistress.