—The other witch's words seemed to draw a stifled chuckle through a soft snort, and her smile became a more crescent curve that revealed her pearly teeth, which guarded the promise of that beautiful mouth of hers. The duchess lifted her face a bit more, almost as if she meant to reach for that face, maybe; or or even to expose more openly that swan-like neck, and more so, her lively and soft chest, which was seemingly struggling under her agitated breath that pressed her breasts against her dress's cleavage, making the rubies glitter with the rouse she was under. She then felt the icy touch of Sathona's forehead against hers, and instead of closing her eyes, she lowered them, fixing them on the necromantic's nose and lips, which rested so unnaturally stiff after delivering such passionate remarks of devotion and surrender. Rowena took her left hand up, and rested it on the Sathona's right hand softly.—