Soft lyrics had jolted the ebony figurine out of a light slumber. Stormy and bloody pools watched as the black angel before her twirled, searching for the body that was nearby. The porcelain doll had crept out of her companies vision, staying to the edge before approaching from behind. Her smooth, velvety voice dripping with soft tones and mesmerizing sounds drifted up alerting the lithe princess to her presence. As she pivoted to face Harlequin, a smile lifted up the dolls rosy lips. Her heart skipped a beat, the opposing vermillion eyes catching her own. The midnight cloaked ess was watching her, her eyes roved over her figure. A gentle silence fell over them as they observed each other. Each of them as equally interested in the other as their counterpart, yin or yang. The eboness was the first to make a move. Her slender limbs lifted her to a level view with the porcelain lady. My dear, what was that you sang?

Harlequin paused, her thoughts gathering into coherent sentences instead of lyrics. But she failed to do so, the immense heat the rose her chest broke her concentration. The ebony mistress had stepped into her personal space, her body heat radiating against Harlequin.

I should probably introduce myself.
But, this night is heating up.
It’s a hell of a feeling though…

Her voice took a sultry tone but was soft just audible to the fallen angle before her. It seems I cannot think straight thoughts with your presence, though I cannot complain. It was then her turn to take a step forward. Her nares touched to her companion’s, It does not pay to just merely take part in corporeal habits, but I prefer to dwell in the more obscure attractions. Music being my choice of speech. Her tongue snaked across her lips, cleaning away the few drops of blood that still stained her maw. The lady’s perfume weaved into her nares sending her into a tail spin of thoughts. God, how she wanted to know this mysterious, midnight cloaked woman before her. She had never felt the draw of attraction, she had blinded by the ecstasy of her younger years. Her party years, but as she settled into herself she had calmed. Yet her musical voice had never dissipated, instead it had become her form of conmmunication.

Harlequin stepped away to gather herself again, Never did I think that I would be caught in the way you got me… but I must know what it is they call you. The doll lifted her mismatched optics to see her blackened angels pools of blood. A confused look in her eyes, seeing as she had never felt this way before. She had never loved before but the spark in her heart had grew into flames that scorched her tongue, words almost escaping her completely. She would have sung her way into the eboness’ heart, if that was all she could do.