Basia is sitting contemplatively in her floating chair, long messy red hair draped down her back through a loose loop in the back of the chair. She has a cloak, thick enough to covering her body without being translucent, if only just. That sure was an experience she just had.
Tesera wraps the thin black cloak around herself and sashays over to Basia.
"So, your first ritual with the coven, Basia, sweetie. How'd you like it?"
"I think you look good draped in your hair, cutie. More to pull." She brushes a long ringlet with a hand and very lightly tugs Basia toward her.
She ignores it. For now. "The coven was larger than I expected. You said there weren't many witches yet, didn't you, boss?"
"Yes. But Marco has his vampire harem, and they all have a couple mortal hangers-on each. It doesn't hurt; the deep magic needs witnesses, and it's good fun. What do you think of him?"
Marco is currently sitting with two women in his lap, flamboyant red cape the only clothing on either of them. He's... egging them into competing for his attention.
He's thin, pale, has the abs of a bodybuilder and the body fat of a professional model, and even at a distance smells intoxicating. And doesn't seem to be interested in much but sex.
Basia looks up assessingly at Tesera, but Tes can tell she is covering for a look at the room. Checking for mist or places a sharp-eared listener might be hiding, most likely.
"Boss... He's dangerous. I don't think you should trust him."
Tesera bends down and whispers in her ear, "Oh, clever girl, Basia," and then tugs her around by her hair and pushes her in for a kiss.
"I think we should go get some privacy, don't you, cutie?"
Tesera lets her wisp-thin cloak fall open and pushes close, breasts on breasts.
"Whatever you say, ma'am," Basia says, grinning. Playing along, but with all due enthusiasm for what will certainly be another exceedingly good time.
Tes knows she's playing, but doesn't care. She takes her hand and tugs her along up a short flight of stairs to the coven-mistress's official bedroom, draped in silver, red, and black. It doesn't look very lived-in, but the bed is already slightly rumpled.
"Mmmm."
Tesera gets her arms under Basia and lifts her bodily into bed, shaking both cloaks loose as she does.
"We'll just have to see."
A half-hour later, Basia stretches out languidly, resting her cheek on Tesera's chest.
"Not that this wasn't an utterly delightful excuse, boss. But it would have been more delightful if we'd had the conversation first, so I didn't have to worry about it while we shagged."
Tesera strokes her hair.
"Nothing for it, unfortunately. I just can't stay in the mood after contemplating murder."
"Awakening Marco was a mistake," Tes admits, "I thought getting power to back up his confidence would make him chill out, but becoming a vampire went to his head instead."
"Sooner or later. Probably sooner. And not just the coven, likely. In any case, I won't be killing him extra-judicially. This ought to be done properly. With warnings and clear signs that he's making himself a liability, bringing down heat I can't and don't want to shield him from. Where it's easy to show the coven they're not in danger."