The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Isabela]

Isabela's voice drops into a purr; she moves forward, tracing a finger along Lightsong's armor. "Quite."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong jumps backwards several inches, looking uncomfortable and worried. She shoots a look at Marian, one a mix of pleading and apology. "Umm, I- that is- I mean-thank you but- umm, I am- a sex. I mean-"

[Isabela]

"Not one of those Vowed Virgins, are you?" she asks, sounding playfully disappointed.

[Haliel Lightsong]

"No? Bastion is of Family so that doesn't really- I mean, I'm not-" She whimpers, cheeks and neck a deep crimson as she shifts awkwardly in her dress. 

[Marian Hawke]

Marian coughs a bit. "She's just focused on her studies right now. Becoming a Paladin is a full time job even before you figure in all this nonsense I'm dragging her through."

[Isabela]

"Sounds like you could use a load off," teases Isabela, smirking a bit. "I could help with that."

[Marian Hawke]

"What, last night wasn't enough?" snaps Marian. "Leave her be."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Last night?" Lightsong asks in a bewildered tone. I would remember meeting, umm, Miss Isabela or anyone even close to like her.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian reddens. "Um, that is, I mean,..."

[Isabela]

"I was showing your friend a good time last night," admits Isabela with some mirth. "Hence, breakfast." 

[Haliel Lightsong]

Desperately glad to move the topic away from flirtation, Lightsong pounces on the opening. "Really? What did you do?"

[Isabela]

"Her," she laughs.

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Her what?" she asks blankly.

[Isabela]

"Clit, mostly."

[Marian Hawke]

"Sex!" squeaks Marian. "We had sex! Can we move on?!"