[What had started as a fine night of lightly torturing Shiva's Dominant has very quicky spiraled into Benedikta's terribly sour mood rearing its ugly head and returning with a vengeance.
First, that the man would dare to do such a thing in front of his wife—the blatant show of disloyalty is appalling all on its own... But it had been his hand nearly touching that had sent her reflexes into motion. A motion that she had only thought about after it had happened, not realizing what she'd done before she heard them both gasp in horror and offense.
The mistress had said nothing of the sort either, but she would scold him for it anyway.
And all of this in front of Shiva, too. Which might just be the worst part, especially when she sees all of those questions so obviously settling onto that expression of hers.
In all of her frustration, the smoke on her tongue tastes less sweet and more bitter now, and she puts it out over the ground only to stomp the flaming ashes down.]
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First, that the man would dare to do such a thing in front of his wife—the blatant show of disloyalty is appalling all on its own... But it had been his hand nearly touching that had sent her reflexes into motion. A motion that she had only thought about after it had happened, not realizing what she'd done before she heard them both gasp in horror and offense.
The mistress had said nothing of the sort either, but she would scold him for it anyway.
And all of this in front of Shiva, too. Which might just be the worst part, especially when she sees all of those questions so obviously settling onto that expression of hers.
In all of her frustration, the smoke on her tongue tastes less sweet and more bitter now, and she puts it out over the ground only to stomp the flaming ashes down.]
Think nothing of it.