(Bloodkiss-Eshbaal)

Ariya decided on a red silk dress, the halter neckline cut dangerously low. The hem reached the floor, but a slit ran all the way up one side to mid-thigh. She slipped on a pair of black high-heels to match, before turning to him. "I'll have someone bring you something else to wear. Then we will have dinner. After that we'll further explore your talents." She went to the door, stepping out just long enough to speak to one of the maids.

He stood there in the doorframe, simply watching as she dressed, and was somehow not at all surprised that she was dressing both provocatively and incredibly alluring and classy all at the same time... the red dress fit like a glove, and that slit revealed her slender, perfect leg going all the way to her high heels in such an attractive way that he could barely stand it. He nodded at what she had to say, seemingly not caring, just looking at that exposed leg when she stepped outside for a minute.

She sat in her chair by the fireplace and waited for the maid to bring him something to wear. Crossing her legs out of habit, she didn't seem to notice or care as the silk shifted and slid up her thigh, the slit inthe dress riding even higher. Her eyes were focused on him, caressing him, drinking everything in with a peircing silver gaze. A maid came back shortly with a pair of simple black trousers and a white suit shirt.

It was a long, awkward silence in the room when she seated herself and waited for the maid she had sent to clothe him. Even though he was looking at her at the same time, he could still feel her stare all over him, like someone was slowly draping silk over his skin, and it was making him pretty much flustered... particularly the way she crossed her shapely legs. He had always found a woman's legs to be an incredibly attractive part of her, and this woman seemed to embody that feel. When the maid returned, he politely thanked her and put on what he had been given,. It fit him like a glove, oddly enough, but he felt out of place. He had rarely ever worn a white suit shirt like this. Looking over to the vampiress, he crossed his arms a bit. "So what now?" he asked, almost nonchalantly.

"Now we have dinner. " She stood, her heels clicking sharply as she headed for the door. "Come." She made her way down the long hall, descended the winding marble staircase, and made for the dining hall. A maid pushed aside two large mahogany doors, and Ariya strode into the dining room with the graceful air of a duchess, her hips swaying in perfect time. The room was huge, the long ebony table ornately carved in a hundred different murals, depicting everything from battle scenes to mythological creatures, to a princess sitting atop a huge warhorse that dwarfed her. Silver planters and candelabras adorned the table as well, sparkling with candlelight, dark roses and white lillies.

This seemingly surprised him, but once again he was not complaining. He was rather hungry. What surprised him, he pondered as he followed, was how much more welcoming she had been so far than he had in any way expected. She had talked all that crap about her belonging to him like his life would be hell, but so far it had meant a bath, the greatest pleasure he'd ever felt, new clothes and now a dinner of proportions and class he had never even seen before surrounded by statues half the size of some houses he had helped build, or at least some that looked like it. Seeing the table, he shrugged and sat on the nearest chair automatically.

Ariya sat down across from him, and immediately after she sat down a young man brought out champagne and wine, pouring them each a glass and leaving the bottles. He nodded to Ariya and hurried off to retrieve food. Ariya silently sipped the wine, watching the bubbles in her glass of champagne float and pop.