Why she had waited so long to deal with this Harlequin she hardly knew, but she never forgot not for a single moment that this wretched little human still existed. That raven-haired woman was a proverbial wild card she kept in the back of her mind, content to leave stagnant. Until now.

Tetradore's sheer lack of respect had her ruby painted lips to tug into a soundless snarl. "I think it is time for a lesson in respect." She threatens Tetradore, leaning over her desk, the tips of that long blue black hair caressed the desk. She hovered precariously above Harley, like a predator hoarding her food. It would seem her feline had seemingly forgotten himself and his place within her clutches. He was not an insolent child anymore, it was time to crack down on these little misdemeanors she had allowed to fall through the cracks. He knew better and for that reason she would deal with him and his lack of manners to the very mistress that presided harshly over him. "Try again." She snaps at her king of misfits, that sharpness of her demand unyielding and growing into something far more tangible. It was like that thrall of her torment wove within the fabric of her binding voice like needle and thread.
All was silent for a moment, save for the breathing and steady heartbeats pounding deliciously from her new plaything and her pet, a steady harmony in that office. She drags her finger, far from gentle along that gash upon her head. Savoring that sweet taste of her blood, as if checking to see if she was suitable to devour. There is a predatory way she watches that bound girl on that desk, especially when she jolts so violently from her cold touch. It so coaxed a pleased smile to her lips, she remembered. "Your blood is sweeter than you are." She said appraisingly. For a human that it is. Nothing would compare to her alpha's blood but it didn't mean she didn't enjoy a little variety from time to time.

The irritating alarming beeps of her laptop was nothing but grating. She barked her orders to remove Harley from her desk and hang her from those binds on that wall of ominous silver chains. She allows Tetradore to make short work of it, relishing in the way his hands sizzle at the caress of that encumbering silver.

Once he is done, Risque takes her time drawing toward the little-suspended human, the silver harmless against her human flesh except for digging into her smooth skin, for now anyway. It was in truth, odd that the human didn't show an inkling to her discomfort. Nor fear apparently when she dares to stare her right in the eye with that defiant look. She was going to enjoy this, she could tell. "Oh, but that is where you wrong, little maggot." That dark ominous chuckle danced from her ruby lips as an idea bloomed within her perverse mind. Truly she had planned on using her as her personal blood bag until her weak little human heart gave out. Maybe then she would deliver that husk of her body to Isolt just as a little hello note. To remind her that no matter how normal her life was, it was far from free.

But this little idea seemed to sprout so suddenly, blooming into an immediate but intricate design within her head. That fickle mistress ever changing her mind as those thoughts slide and fold in on itself. It was a delicious little change of events that would be a far worse fate than merely allowing Harley the sweet release of death after a week or so of being drained slowly. Humans were so terribly fragile. But it hardly meant that her blood will not be shed. "I think I shall let you turn into a fly.." That voice draws out cryptically, as she lets her eyes rove over that small body like she was assessing meat at a butcher.

Harley twisted near violently, sending those silver chains clanging. "I'd like to see you turn into a pile of dust, you psycho cat lady. Save your threats for someone who gives a flying shit." Harley could hardly hold back even if she tried. "Maybe we can just skip all of the bullshit and tell me what you even want from me." Surely, she was in no place for demands, but the little human girl did so anyway! The nerve, the sheer lack of respect and discipline! She would learn in time and it would be nothing short of glorious to watch that spirit die.

Risque looks at her with nothing short of irritation, as if she were indeed an insect to squash. Her hand ensnared Harley's throat in an action that was far too quick, ceasing breath from filling her lungs, successfully silencing her.

She seemed smaller than the devil woman remembered. "But first..." Her eyes trail upon that raised arm above her head where that tattoo glared at her. "I want to remove this unsightly thing." She would not have one of her cats possess anything on them that she did not approve of and to Risque, that very tattoo was nothing short of unappealing to her eyes. The blue-black haired woman did not care how much that tattoo meant to girl or the pain it would inflict upon her. After all, this was but a mere warm-up to the event she had planned.

Risque removed her hand, reminded that humans did need air to breathe. Pity. She was enjoying that glorious shade of pink that flooded the other woman's features. Harley gasped for air as soon as that hand released her throat. It was like she was drowning person grasping at those first breaths. Gasping in between those breaths Harley declared with such impressive resolve considering. "Fuck.." She was seconds away from a crushed larynx, but she forced those words anyways. "You." Her eyes are like an inferno of violet hatred.

She hardly let Tetradore sit for very long, no, he would not be let off easily tonight. "Tetradore." Those trilling luscious notes of her voice severs through that heady tension in her office as her powers brush upon his cheek like a cold, murderous lover's touch. "Do not get too comfortable, mon chat. I want you to do it." After all, it would be his very face that Harley would certainly remember after tonight. Nightmares were always more effective when there was more than one.

Risque fully intended to have her perfectly seasoned with pain before she enjoyed a little snack. It would seem tonight ended up being the beginning of a very long game.

Risque

just face the moon and put your death mask on