When Warlocks play

Her first warlocks only gathering had been an unmitigated disaster...hence she'd stayed away for the last few. Now though she'd been bored with listening to the Royal Apocathary Society planning their next assault on Southshore, the never ending stream of Blood elves pouring in to test their skills and the sheer futileness of undeath.

Ok just mostly boredom.

Being dead, or not dead can be boring she mused. She'd amused herself by tormenting a young human captured off the nearby farms now and then, her succubus was delighted to assist her in that. His screams as the whip cut into him did warm the cockles of her heart...such as it was.

Into her most ornate robe she slipped, it was true warlocks did like to dress to impress and her tailoring skills were good. She might make contacts for a little work, not that she needed it. Or really wanted it.

She was really bored.

With the scantily clad minion at her side she entered the hidden hall, a glance without seeming to glance around her and she noted a lot of far more experiences within the room. Hmm interesting. A Blood elf with her imp out wandered past, her body language practically screamed submissive and she moved on. Dem knew the "toys" would be kept in the basement, with rooms for entertaining in, soundproofed so the screams would not disconcert. She headed down the short flight of stairs and paused at the door to peruse the list of toys...looking for something that stood out.

There. She nodded to herself and headed for room 12 only to find another reaching for the doorhandle at the same moment. A warlock, an orc. Of a considerable amount of power too. The look on his face not quite conveying the words 'this is my room' but close. She eyed the gaps tween hand and handle. About the same, she smiled.

"We can flip for it."

"Or you can give me the room and find another." His voice was deep, with a hint of something very dark, duh warlock after all.

"Or you could, haven't you heard the term ladies first?"

He laughed then.

"You're no lady you're forsaken. A bitch. And a warlock. I've heard about some of the things you people do, makes me smile."

She raised a brow.

"Want to see more?"

Thirty minutes later he was sitting in the only chair in the room, his minion doing rather unspeakable things to the terrified young man as hers used the whip upon him. They were being gentle really but that hadn't stopped the human from screaming. His eyes though were more focused on the female warlock as she sat, robes hitched up and legs spread wide, playing with herself just a few inches from the human. Teasing him. Tasting him now and then. Licking at his sweat, and other things. She'd cast a spell on him that had him harder than stone in lust....and the minions were being their usual playful selves.

Time he thought to liven things up as he rose from the chair and strode over to his compatriot.

"My turn."