A tutting sound is made on the roof of her mouth as he bounds out of her reach, obviously affected by her well-practiced tricks, her voice strokes the air about them as she turns back to face him. ”So… touchy. And not exactly in the way I’d prefer, my dearest Enderly.” the tease is always lingering within her vocal cadence although his decree of monogamy did cause her to pause if only for a sliver of a moment. ”Whom you choose to lay with at night is clearly not a factor I can change… but know this… I will never fade away. I will never leave your mind, your soul, your very veins pump with the ecstasy that I provide you.” She turns away then with a swish of her tail, peering back of her shoulder with a seductive narrowing of her pitch eyes. ”Don’t forget that.”
He may play the good boy all he wants but Enderly will never be free of his fallen angel. She is and forever will be a part of him – whether he likes to see it that way or not. So she will play this game of cat and mouse until she grows weary of it; only to find escape in another’s embrace until she yearns for their chase again. So she weaves herself between the tendrils of willow branches as she peers at him through the leaves, emerging only when a larger feminine figure of white appears from the forest shadows. Naamah glides from the branches as they cling to her svelte figure and sway behind her once she is released. The girl speaks softly, politely, and addresses Naamah firstly before turning toward Enderly to give a rather affectionate greeting.
The woman of shadows watches with inquisitiveness at the pair’s interaction until it is that the younger girl brings her attention toward Naamah once again. A beautifully devilish sneer is painted across her façade as dark eyes cut to Enderly quickly before returning to Ambrosia. ”My, my… Don’t you have such a lovely friend, darling?” her voice rolls out in a charming coo as she makes another gentle tease toward him. The girl is very tall and very… large in general but a beauty without a doubt. It’s not missed as to why the silver-tongued male may know her. Naamah saunters forward, her tassel held a bit higher than usual as she inspects the female with a prying sniff or two around her shoulder and ribcage.
Her limber figure pivots to return once again to the forefront of Ambrosia to respond with quite the charismatic expression. ”Lovely girl, my name is Naamah. Enderly’s former lover – he won’t let you forget it either.” she winks as she speaks, tones rising and falling in the most delightful of ways. ”You do not smell of the forest, where do you come from?” she inquires next as she tries to squeeze any information from the younger femme who also holds the male’s affections.