"I understand that you... mm, appreciate - " She smirks. "A body such as this. Perhaps you even prefer it. But it is not as if there are no signs of what I am, no things that speak of 'sin', for those who wish to find such a thing."

She quirks her head to the side.

"And besides. You wish to build a legend. You should not be jumping at your own shadow, if you are to be a thing of myth." 

I settle in forward, shoulders open, elbows against the table. 

"I see. Then tell me - what next?" 

She presses a soft finger against her lips, and pauses for a moment, then points at her, and then back at herself.

"This is an initiation, a path of passion that is being laid out. A proposal, even, for whatever plan you have set up, right now." 

She leans in close, her nose brushing against hers.

"So tell me of your passion."

And yes I'm excited, now, but that's fine, really. 

"I'm thirsty, for one. I've spent the past few years of my life with three people who love me dearly and fuck me regularly, who praise me as their goddess and play all sorts of games with me, who keep me thrusting forward at every step. I want to bring that joy to others, the idea of being able to link that into more that I build - that I can grant some supreme sexual experience to my followers through the Light, if I could make -" 

Don't call them 'slaves', that's just a word that I kink on in reality the sort of thing that I actually want is something far lighter but just generally firmly bdsm-themed and cool and shiny for me to be able to relish in having and I'm not completely sure that the translation layer waves that sort of consideration away so I am just going to go and keep on speaking with the little bit of pause and let her thinking what she wills of that sort of thing and it's really nice that I can accelerate my train of thought for this decently so yes was saying - 

"And I want to serve - make the fucking rhetoric about a king, a goddess, an emperor whatever being bound in service to their people, getting to get the sort fo frankness and frailty and focus in people that they only ever give to people who have the power to change things, to make the world into a better place and make specific, actual trade-offs within the frameworks of what the world. I care deeply about getting things right, about exalting people through the process of being with me, of being in my service or being the sort of person that I ow my respects and service to. I love being able to dive into the deep end, and be able to fight and fuck and dance and pree nad play and code and create everything that I use. I still have that libertarian spark, even if theer's something so so wrong with so many implementations of it it that I've seen that wants to make everything something that can be traded and set into place as something truly unmistakeable valued, and I want to treat everyone and everything they care about like the treasures that they are."

Her hands ghost over her shoulders, softly and lightly. 

I... let go, sinking into her touch. 

"No need to burn this brightly." 

Her fingers twine along her neck, palm gliding softly down the nape. 

"I've talked of ash, and the frozen fire in the steel. It  is not the time, for a flare bright and hot, but it is the time for a clean and thorough burn."

I shiver, and shudder, my spine stretching out as I heave beneath her hand.

"- May I talk about what I'm feeling, now?"

"Of course." 

"I don't." 

Breathe. Breathe. 

"I don't feel like I'm in control. I feel like I'm falling, I'm lost, I'm in a place where I just need to nod through this time and believe whatever's said to me, that I'm there to surrender and capitulate and follow along wit hwhat you say, and it's... awkward, when I want to become stronger, to get something that I haven't had, before, and when I feel this I just want to lokc down and curl up and stop emoting." 

I shiver, and stare again. 

Her nipples are pretty and pert, her aureola pebbled nicely, flowing off into the softness of her breasts nicely while having their own appeal, the peach fading into salmon into the lightest of lavender giving all sorts of color to her paleness, and I want to feel that. 

She lays her hands onto the table, open and waiting. 

"This conversation, is yours. This ritual, is yours. My time, my focus, is yours."

I let my hands fall to the table, and my nails slip along the lines of her palm, skating along her skin like my thoughts. 

"...Do you mind if Iron takes over giving the words, for some of this?"

She shrugs widely, and smiles wordlessly. 

The words catch in my throat as I try to reach out for them, slipping away like motes of dust in a sunbeam. 

Could...

I'm still shy, still soft, still fragile, but the words are easier, and the locking of my eyes as I take in the lovely feeling of being free to touch her, to be able to run my thumb along the meat of the base of hers, to trace my fingers all around her knuckles against the table, to smell her and enjoy her, beyond the raw focus and concentration slipping into the real. 

"Do you want me?"

The words hang in the air like the dust, and the soft jasmine smell of her skin. 

She simply sits there, and glances her eyes down. 

"An answer, please. In a word." 

They come out fast and sharp, and I take a moment to pause and move a little back, after they rush out. 

"Yes."

I take a deep breath in, and look. 

Her chest is straight - her posture as immaculate as always, her eyes unwavering, her focus steady and calm. 

Still, there's things to see. 

Especially given her state. 

Her sex is... clean and hairless, and slicker then I'd expect form the simple sweat that can build up, when one sits in place, for a while, and there's a bit of that faint twitching that I'd expect in a bit of an edge of feeling, a taste of drive alongside the simple increase in the red balance of her coloration and the little changes in the rythm of her movements, as she sits there. 

She wants us.

...Okay.