Risque was wrapping up some final details of an muchly anticipated shipment, her office was dimly lit by a singular lamp. A custom piece that was fashioned from priceless antiques. "I don't care of the delays, get my shipment to me on time. I do not care if you have to swim across the ocean, I expect it here, Wednesday evening or suffer the consequences." She snarled into the phone, before hanging up. When suddenly that dim light was extinguished out like a candle pinched between fingertips. Her office was entirely encased in darkness, her feline she rested her feet on seemed to groan when Risque stabbed her with a silver encased heel. She was on her feet with inhumane speed, looking into the dark hungrily, that night vision seeking out her lamp that was no longer there. A vicious snarl rips from within her, turning on the main light after stalking over to the back corner of her office angerly.

The lamp was gone.

Where the fuck did it go? She stalked over to where the lamp once was, the base imprints still left a perfect circle on the carpet. There was no scent, no signature of power imprinted on the air around her. It was simply not there anymore. It was stolen, right from underneath her nose. No one stole from her, no one! It set her off on a familiar rampage, pacing that room of her office, seeking out a subtle hint, a clue that would give it all away. How dare someone steal from her! She would flay someone alive for this, she felt that overwhelming surge for violence, a need to make someone pay an insufferable amount of pain. A vow to make someone suffer was imminent.

She would make Tetradore find out. Whenever her cherished feline finally showed his face. He was late, again. How hard was it to bring one tiny pathetic human in? Darcy would hardly disappoint her in this way. She felt her mood suddenly sullied. She was in a relatively good mood before, knowing she would have a new toy to play with and suffering she could exploit with her. How many birds could she slay with this one? Harley. This pesky little human who seemed to keep coming up, time and time again. She should have killed her when she had her in her clutches the first time. She was honestly surprised that she was still breathing.. She was a cockroach.

When he finally decided to show up, she was stewing, but at least he showed up with a nicely wrapped gift just for her. Within his arms was that pesky little human with the sharpened tongue, but she didn't get to truly relish in that moment. Not when she just could not get over the fact that she was robbed. Tetradore moved wordlessly into that room, placing the bound woman on her desk.

"Tetradore." She spat out. "My lamp.." She pointed that silver tipped finger to where her precious lamp once stood.

"We were robbed... I will not stand for this!" She hissed sharply, the weight of those hypnotic eyes weighed heavily upon her prized feline.

"You must find who did this to me and bring them to me. Once we are finished with her." Her pale eyes shifted to look at the small pathetic human whilst she practically seethed. Promising to no one but herself that she would make the one responsible for this severe assault to suffer. She would pin them to the rafters with silver spikes and chains, and all over a lamp. This seemed entirely logical. Yet, she brimmed with irritation all the same. No one stole from her and didn't get gut like a fish.

Her sadistic cold eyes remained upon the girl with such hatred in her eyes, placed upon her office desk. It was a hungry, calculating look. She slid across the space between her and the other woman. She placed each hand on either side of her desk as she loomed over her, her assessing eyes devouring that weak form. The delicious scent of human wreaked within her office. She could hardly understand what the fuss was about this one. Her eyes instantly flicked from her vibrant eyes to the gash on her head. It looks like Tetradore had already begun her work. She drew a slender manicured finger, using her nail to reopen that wound, painting her finger with that delicious crimson. She brought it to her lips, tasting her. Savoring it.
- Harley time -
Harley looked up at her with such defiance that she trembled with it, especially as she touched her. She jerked so abruptly she knocked some of her papers and pens onto the floor with a clatter. Good, she would make the best damn mess she could. She writhed some more, just to hear that satisfying sound of all the things falling to the floor once more. "You are batshit crazy. You are losing your shit over a lamp.. Get a grip." Harley smiled, fighting a laugh that wanted to spew from her tongue. Sarcasm, the only thing Harley could rely steadily on, it came to her at the ready. The violet eyed woman's eyes narrowed in her signature glare. "Risque.. I'd say it was good to see you.. But I'd be lying my ass off." She could hardly stop herself and the words that fell from her lips. "What the hell happened to your face? You actually look the part of the old crazy cat lady. You really should try botox and a couple hours out in the sunshine." She beamed bitterly at her, staring at the vampire without a hint of fear upon her features despite how helpless a state she was. Any of that fear she might of felt, she shoved so far down she could hardly help it.
- end Harley time -
"You didn't gag her?" Risque hissed at Tetradore with in that displeased tone, that disapproval meeting her gaze. She watched Harley shift slightly, her butt pressing more buttons on her laptop. It started making the most irritating sound! She stepped away from the human, she found her voice agitating. She found everythign about her agitating! " Hang her up, mon chat.." She bit out and order, pointing to that hook amongst her wall of silver chains and collars. "Now. Before that infernal creature breaks everything on my desk too." That sharp demand lashed out like a whip, her patience was nonexistent.

Risque peeled away from her desk, that sadistic curl of her lips suffocating that anger that bloomed within her. "Say what you need to say little human, because when I am through with you.. there will not be much left of you for Isolt to fight for.." A sensual laughter escapes her as she waits for Tetradore to manhandle that pitiful sprite.

Risque

just face the moon and put your death mask on