Sarafina tilted her head, her gaze lazily sweeping over Rena as if examining a once-familiar painting that had been ruined by careless hands.
"You've gone quiet," she said, voice dripping with mockery. "You used to be like a little demon—jumping, snapping, shouting. Now you just sit there all calm. Did you pick up a thing or two from dear Jien?"
Rena's lips curved into a slow smile, her golden eyes narrowing just slightly. "Well… who knows, darling? People change. But there's one thing that never changes."
Sarafina's brows rose. She leaned forward with a smirk that was both amused and predatory. "And what's that, sweetheart?"
Rena's gaze sharpened to a blade's edge. "A whore," she said, her tone velvet over steel, "always stays a whore."
For a moment, Sarafina's eyes widened—just a flicker—before a dangerous grin spread across her lips. "Mmm," she purred. "That's good, Rena. I'll admit, that's an improvement. Seems like you've finally got a mouth worth listening to. Is that from… keeping it busy all the time?"
Rena laughed, a low, dangerous sound, leaning back as though utterly at ease. Her eyes flared—not with anger, but with something far more unsettling. "Who knows? Maybe it was… a delicious taste. I don't mind, you see. He's my husband, after all. Unlike someone whose mouth is open for… anyone."
Sarafina's grin didn't falter, but there was a tiny twitch at the corner of her eye. "I learned from your mother, dear, how to be a proper whore. And maybe… from Jien next."
Rena's smile sharpened. "I wouldn't mind," she said sweetly, "if my husband decided to use your mouth as a toilet. You're public property anyway. But tell me… do your services come only for men, or do you take women too? Because I might need to use the bathroom. Would you open wide for me? Go on—don't be shy."
Silence.
Sarafina stared at her—not in disbelief, but in the kind of quiet where a person has to decide whether to laugh or start a war.
Rena's tone hadn't just dropped noble etiquette; it had burned it to ash. She spoke like something not quite human, like a predator testing the edge of its prey's nerve. Her voice had that strange resonance now—deep, slow, curling at the ends like smoke.
Sarafina tilted her head again, lips curling. "Well," she murmured, "looks like someone's grown claws."
Rena smiled wickedly.
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