Lucia had been spending her time wandering the local areas where undead were known to spawn, here and there, it wasn't particularly hard for her, undead were her people at this point. These more mindless variety though; the skeletons and zombies who hadn't yet developed a sense of self or intelligence made it clear that they weren't exactly ones she could negotiate and speak with. She observed them from afar, occasionally her own undead knights had to interfere with them when they got too aggressive and tried to fight with her. It was while she was observing these uncivilized and more savage minded figures that Lucia noticed there were others in the area as well. An archer? it seemed, some kind of ranger at least, at a glance it seemed to be that type of classic build. Not like her own strange and peculiar set up of skills at least. Those generic classes were capable but less flexible, it made her glad to see some people building themselves up to support a team. Though the girl she was watching seemed to have trouble. Fleeing from a skeleton before firing shots at them and running once more, kiting wasn't an unusual tactic, it usually only ever really worked on undead or some slower beasts, but she couldn't help thinking it was a hard choice to make in the current situation. Using ranged weapons against skeletons after all was difficult. It was easy for a bolt, knife or arrow to slip between the bones, to miss by flying through the rib cage while hitting nothing but air. Striking the skull would be easier, but the chances of piercing straight through were hard for most beginners. Undead were difficult opponents for people without bludgeoning masteries-- at least in these early stages. Deciding the girl needed help, Lucia gestured with a hand, one of her knights began to step out with weapon drawn. While the girl was behing chased by the skeleton, she'd suddenly see another one approaching rapidly. This one wasn't like the normal variety she was used to, the skeleton was wearing pitch black armor with a small cape down it's back that fell to it's waist. With a large two handed sword in one hand, it's eyes burned with a bright ethereal flame that seemed to give it the ability to express emotion as it's burning gaze dimmed, as if it were squinting to find the best place to strike. With a large heavy swing, it swept the smaller skeleton away, cleaving through the bone with a loud and grating noise before turning it's gaze on the archer woman @Cassandra Descartes as if uncertain about what it's next move should be.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! This was so annoying! Her plan had been so well thought out. Find a quest with slow enemies, abuse the fact that she was ranged, and get to survive easily while whittling down the enemy. The first part of that was working quite splendidly, too. As long as she kept moving, there was virtually no chance of dying or even being hit. It had been somewhat hard in the beginning, but she had gotten used to this method of kiting. It was not too hard, it was efficient, and it should help her do quests above her level. Sadly though, the whole dealing damage part of the equation, that one was the problem. It was surprisingly hard to get proper hits on that skeleton, which meant its hp were decreasing only very slowly. Now, she was not really all that scared of that, due to the fact that she could always just leg it, but this was getting rather tiresome. And the possibility of tripping and getting hit after all, that was a scary though. For now, though, she had not yet, so she’d continued her slow and methodical work, getting more agitated by the second. It was walking the line between being unbearable and a waste of tiem, but also something that she had started and did not just want to let go of, in a way. All in all, it was annoying. Cass was irked at her lack of accuracy – in real life she would hit better- and in her lack of skills as well. Just using the same ones over and over without much effect was just….argh! And then, suddenly, someone had apparently cast summon bigger fish. A much more badass and stronger skeleton appeared, one-hit the skeleton stealing most of the experience, and then turned towards her. Darn. To be frank, this kind of development stunned her momentarily. Not sure what to do about it, the rogue just blinked momentarily. Then she remembered about the whole skeletons being dangerous thing, raised her weapon again and just fired at that thing’s head. Quite clearly, she had triggered something that spawned an even worse enemy, one that would take even longer to defeat, given that she barely chipped the meters despite scoring a hit . “Darn, darn, darn,” she mumbled to herself as she prepared to kite again. She really did not want to fight this thing now too, but there really was no other choice, now was there? She’d definitely not lie down and let it kill her!
Lucia had made the trip down from her spying spot as well, though much slower then the skeleton in her nice evening wear. She didn't look like she was there for combat or questing or fighting, but instead as if she were going to be spending an afternoon relaxing with a book she was a little dressed down. The casual appeal of her dress though didn't detract from the radiant appeal she had about her, it was an alluring charm that came from a place of confidence and maturity. Her atmosphere was warm and approachable despite that, her casual attire only helped make it seem like she was someone friendly and amiable. From the assuring look in her eye, she'd already noticed the distress in Cass even from afar, most people's reaction to undead after all was distress. "Ah, it's okay, you don't have to worry, these ones are with me." She spoke, lifting a gentle hand to pat the crest on the skeleton's pauldrons. The Tal'darim knight order symbol was a strange circled polygon, if it had been glowing as a part of some spell, one might think it was a magical circle of some type, but Lucia merely liked it's shape and how easy it was to etch into armor. The skeleton didn't even seem to react to her touch or explanation though, after completing it's task, as if dead to the world, it stood awaiting some kind of stimulation to set it in motion again. By nature, Lucia's undead were clever and intelligent. A great deal of them were even self-aware and sentient creatures. Among her knights though, they were still largely puppets, unable to operate on their own for long periods of time without direction. If given simple tasks and duties they could perform them properly, but like a robot it was still best to monitor them. Lucia didn't hesitate to approach worried that the skeleton might take it's task too far and go on some kind of bloodthirsty stabbing spree. Giving it a few more rougher pats so Cass would be able to understand that it wasn't just a coincidence. The forceful pats making the Skeleton take a step from the pushing and shoving but eventually settling back down after regaining it's balance. "See? It's nothing to worry about too much right? This thing seems a little outside of your comfort zone though-- undead mobs might be slow, but they're really resilient and don't suffer from fatigue or exhaustion or injuries like normal mobs do." Lucia explained patiently, worried that Cass might have bitten off the wrong bread if not just biting off more then she could chew.
It did not attack her. Well, that by itself was not too strange, after all, she had successfully kept the other one from attacking her, too. But this was different. This skeleton was not hunting her. In fact, it seemed to just lose all interest in her all of a sudden. And then, she found out why. Of course there was another player involved. This was a massively online RPG, after all. So, obviously, there would be other players as well. She had not seen any around these parts so far, but that did not mean none would ever came. Despite the area being above her leve this was still a beginner zone. No wonder no one really played here. Still though, this one was likely way above her level and had the situation under control. That was good. Because she needed a break. Without hesitation, Cass simply let herself drop onto her butt right then and there, beginning to feel tired, even though her actual body had not moved in a long time. The game was pretty good at simulating fatigue sometimes. She really wondered how longer dungeons would go with such a system. However, while she could physically rest, the presence of another person nearby meant that she could not fully do so mentally. But that was fine. Even though the rogue would never admit to having been in danger, she was grateful for a bit of assistance nonetheless. There was no harm in being at least a little nice. “Yeah, I guess your pets have it under control Hah!” A sudden exclamation underlined the smile she was flashing. Despite everything, this could be counted as a win. After all, she would have won eventually, even without assistance. Yeah, she totally would have had. “Anyway, yeah, I figured they would not tire out easily. But I did not think that bolts could go right through them sometimes. It is kind of stupid that you have to obey some laws of nature, but others not. What were you doing here, though?” Cass looked up, eyeing her saviour of sorts. A very pretty lady. Then again, all the ladies in this game were pretty. By now, she was a tad bit desensitized in that regard. “I mean, you don’t look like you have actual quest business in a lowbie zone like this. Then again, if you are some kind of necromancer, then this would be much akin to an actual walk in the park, now wouldn’t it?”
Lucia chuckled sweetly, the girl she'd just saved was full of questions and curiosities. It was cute, like an energetic puppy or pet, she didn't seem to have many friends at a glance. With a soft hum of a nod, she glanced back at the skeleton feeling a little sheepish at it's appearance. Those among her small little undead knight order were far from her top tier summons. In fact they were among the bottom wrung of things she could call out for help from. These types specialized in swarming her foes with larger numbers to overwhelm them. Even if they all had a name and their own unique features and histories, Lucia didn't know them very well one to one yet. Though hearing about her opinion on the laws of nature made Lucia chuckle. It was a game centered around realism and immersion after all, it was natural that ranged fighters would have to be leery about these loop holes while people slinging large stones or fire balls wouldn't need to worry as much. "Ranged players have that handicap unfortunately, but they also benefit from other things, physical attacks take much smaller cast time, and the ranged attacks are also more subtle without any kind of telegraphing." She explained, trying to be helpful to someone who seemed new. Though the question about what she was doing there made her hum, her ambitions after all were a little silly, would Cass make fun of her or find her odd? Giving it some thought, she hummed and shook her head slowly, she definitely didn't have a quest at least. "No, no quest, instead I like to come here from time to time to look at the lower level undead. It reminds me that undead can be dangerous sometimes, that I can't just wantonly and irresponsibly encourage others to be friends with them as well." She offered with a mellow smile, it showed her experience though that she had the ability to do this sort of thing.
“I guess. But it is still rather annoying. The interface should have indicators for these kinds of things. And besides, those bones should shatter under a single bolt, too. It is just too selective, you know? I can deal with absolute realism and I can deal with complete fantasy. Half-heartedness is what I can’t really stand,” she pouted still, though it was clearly not directed at her new acquaintance. That woman was fine. Very fine, actually. But it was a bit odd how she explained her presence. People really did that at higher level? Look at some AIs as if to observe the arbitrary rules that governed this place? Cass could not relate at all. Maybe because she was a bit of a newbie, but maybe just because she was more the pragmatic type. When she played, she did so to achieve something. Granted, something vague most of the time, but she never just, well, RP’ed. Was that the right word? It did seem to fit. The way that the necromancer spoke about things was quite reminiscent of someone who did not completely treat the game like a game. Actually, one part of that did stand out, so she decided to investigate a bit more. “You want to befriend them? Is that just, like, Roleplay code? Or do you mean actual friendship? I mean, not judging, but how does one befriend an undead? They are dead. You should befriend the living, like me. I mean, we have actual vocal chords, you know? We can reply.” And chuckle, as she did right after. Granted, this was a little bit out of character for the person behind the screen. But that was why Cassandra existed! To make friends where her creator had trouble. This woman seemed nice enough, too. It was a bit of a gamble to be this forward with it but….it really was the only thing she could think of, for the time being. So she did it, certainly not staring at the other while waiting for a reply.
Lucia chuckled a little, she could see the girl's confusion in her expression, it wasn't concealed particularly well. This wouldn't be the first time someone found her odd or perplexing. "It takes a bit of practice to get the hang of it, you'll figure it out though I promise~" She reassured with a happy wink, glad that the woman was at least not mad at her for the sudden situation. Had it been a Zombie or something with a bit more flesh, she would have had confidence that the woman would have been able to win. Hearing the girl's response though, Lucia flashed a coy smile, it was definitely a newbie's way of thinking, someone who wasn't used to Terrasphere's odd uniqueness. "I can't say it's entirely unrelated to roleplay, but in this game, roleplay has it's own power. A lot of people take this game seriously in that way because if you don't have the power to do something the NPCs might if you're friendly enough. You see NPCs measure us with reputation, loyalties and familiarity, there are a myriad of parameters that measure how well we interact with the NPCs. I mean, me personally, I try to be friendly with the undead because I'm trying to make a home for them, so knowing them and observing them is a part of the job." Lucia explained with a soft smile. "For example-- Mortimer." She spoke, turning her head to one side, with a plume of smoke, the undead Wraith she called appeared silently. The gentleman Wraith Mortimer was one of Lucia's high tier undead, donning a gentleman's jacket, and gloves, his face was covered in a silver mask, but there was no skin otherwise, just Ethereal green fog and gas that wafted from the interior of his dress shirt. "Matriarch?" The creature responded, it's voice didn't come from it's body but seemed to ride the wind to the ear instead. "My friend here is curious about how one would go about befriending the undead." Lucia posed with a sweet smile, but the Wraith took her request to be serious despite only playing around. Bringing a gloved hand to his non-existant chin, he made a musing sound as he glanced towards Cassandra, his mask moving with his head turn as he spoke in a hesitant tone. "I... Wouldn't recommend befriending the undead. Anything short of a High Tier undead might not even remember friendship... Matriarch, I believe your friend here has the right idea, at least until the Risen share their secrets with us, it would be best not to arbitrarily approach the lower level Undead." The wraith concluded with a nod, as if the job was well done he folded his hands behind his back patiently. "So he says." Lucia flashed a bright smile at the woman. She wasn't leading the NPC, the language wasn't programmed into him by her-- Instead somewhere in this game, there were likely hundreds, maybe more lines of code that outlined Mortimer's personality. Her questions, words, actions and requests were filtered through that and the proper answer was delivered on the other side through the creature himself. "You'll understand, after a world boss event, or a big world quest at least. The NPCs in this game are very lively, the game prides itself on realism at least." Lucia offered, but Mortimer seemed to be triggered by the word 'NPC' a little, with a burdened sigh, his gentlemanly demeanor didn't break but it was clear he felt a bit of weight from the prejudice that came from the word. Though her smile widened a bit, lowering a hand she gently touched Cassandra's chest, a soft smile on her face as she gingerly traced the woman's soft mounds idly as she leaned in closer. "I can read between the lines though-- are you offering to be my friend?~" She asked with a smile that was growing a bit sly, a bit coy as she leaned closer, the warm smell of lilac coming from her hair and body as she slipped closer to Cassandra. "Are you sure you want to be my friend though?~ I mean..." She teased slowly letting her words roll off her tongue.
A gentlemanly wraith. Now that was something that could only exist in a game, now couldn’t it? Okay, okay. Undead in general did not exist in the real world, so that point was more than just moot. But, what she really meant was that such a creature only made sense in the confines of a game. In most books, unless they were the comedic kind, the undead were just shambling horrors. Yet, this game tried to create a very spooky atmosphere in this area. It would have been destroyed by having undead butlers walking around and being all polite to adventurers, like this guy. Not that she was really seeing him as a person, after all. It was a being summoned forth at will by a player, an actual person. But in the end it was just code and….subroutines or whatever. She wasn’t some kind of computer whizz. But those things being said were just pre-programmed responses. Yes, he disagreed with his master – which made her smirk, slightly – but in the end that was all just ifs and whens, no genuine spontaneous reaction. Though she had to admit, it did make her feel good that someone was giving her praise like that. She was not necessarily one with a big ego, but that made small achievements even more enjoyable. “So far, most of the NPCs I met were just stereotypes of stereotypes. No offence, Mortimer. But he, too, behaves just like you would expect someone with that appearance and name to behave. Maybe those world bosses are different, but just behaving realistic is not really enough for realism, if you catch my drift.” It was not easy to explain, but so far, she lacked immersion in the game because of that. It wasn’t like she was constantly thrown out of the loop or anything like that. But it really felt like a game with these choices, not like an actual living, breathing world. The differences between Lucia and Mortimer were palpable, after all. His mannerisms and speech made him somewhat predictable outside of things that Cass could not know. The woman on the other hand though, was full of surprises. Like surprise molestation. Wait, what? Cassandra honestly did not even understand in the first moment. Sure, the other woman had close in on her, creating a certain amount of accelerated heartbeat and breathing. It felt like a tease was incoming. But being touched alongside those words, it was unexpected. Not just the action itself, but being able to feel it so clearly, as if it was completely real. Cassandra’s eyes shot up, a fervent blush appearing on her face immediately. She really had only asked for friendship, but this woman quite clearly had something else in mind entirely. The correct, department issued response would have been to reject this, to complain. But that was not exactly who she was. Cass was like that, maybe, but as a real person? It almost paralyzed her. Uncertainty whether or not she should allow it, uncertainty whether or not she liked this. It had her freeze in place momentarily. But in the end, it was just a game, right? There was no reason to hold her breath like this. Closing her eyes briefly, she forced herself to take a deep breath. Fact one: this person was friendly and nice. Fact two: she did not exactly hate….being touched like this. Still though, she gulped briefly before responding. Decisions were not her strong suit. “I am not sure if I am sure. B-but I think I would like to….at least try?”
Lucia flashed a knowing smile at Cassandra. Certainly, Mortimer was as you might expect, the clothes really made the man after all. He was a gentlemanly wraith, and acted as such, he acted as her steward since she raised him. Certainly there were vampires and the like who had such servants dedicated to making their lives a little easier. Mortimer however, despite his appearance was a mass murderer, a serial killer in life, he ruthlessly gutted people who crossed his path, and mercilessly killed those who had chased him afterwards. Among Lucia's summons, Mortimer's hands... Or feet, at least, had been stained by more blood then the others combined. "Mortimer is certainly a little cliche I suppose, but he's been very helpful to me as a saboteur and assassin." She explained with a coy smile, not going into detail about just how bad the man's past had been but instead focusing on the present and future. No matter what her summons were like in life, she focused on what role they could play for her in the present. Like partners, like friends she raised and nurtured them. Her supporters and summons were a bulk of her power and potential after all. Seeing Cassandra gulp though, Lucia's smile widened and curled faintly. Approaching her still even as she retreated a little. Seeing her gulp to try and calm herself down, Lucia wouldn't have it. Lifting a hand, she wrapped an arm around the woman's waist suddenly pulling her closer. Her smile turning into a sly grin as she pulled Cassandra closer until their waists were pressed tightly to one another. Her other hand slipped up to her chin, seizing her chin gently with a few fingers as she looked deep into the woman's eyes. "Wrong." She spoke firmly, shutting down the confidence or effort the woman tried to build up. Staring into her eyes firmly, fiercely, even if she held the woman gently, her gaze tried to make it hard for Cassandra to fight her. "Try begging, something like 'please take me' or 'I'll do anything'. Try that way." She spoke trying to urge Cassandra to speak the words she wanted. Holding onto her tightly, Cassandra would be able to feel the woman's nails sinking into her plush backside, gripping her body despite the gentleness in her arm, her nails gripped her soft body firmly. "Go on. Do it~" She urged, pressuring Cassandra a little more to get the expected results. The expectation and anticipation in Lucia's gaze was clear as well.
What? What was even going on here? Cassandra was more than just a little confused. Between the rejection of her answer and the sudden closeness, this really threw her off-balance. So much so that she really could not do anything at all when she was outright moved about, forced to look the other in the eye. It did not make any sense at all. And this game was incredibly good at simulating the heat radiating from another person being this close, the light pain from feeling nails on her back. It felt so real! And just like in real life, she simply could not deal with this properly. The mask of Cass was mostly gone now, leaving just the real person here to stare back into these pretty eyes. Wholly unprepared, Elaine could only see two options in front of her. Do as told, or reject it. But that would mean not being able to befriend this person, something that felt like such a bad prospect, given how close they were. She would have to essentially log off and never see the nice person she met again. And even though what was happening here was no longer strictly speaking nice, Elaine still wanted to be friends with that person she met. If that meant befriending the current her as well, then so be it. It wasn’t like saying those things meant anything. It was embarrassing, yes, but this was still a game, right? She could just end it at any time, if it became too much. She was still in control. And thinking like that, along with the proximity and their eye-contact made it easy to find an answer. “P-please, take me. I will do anything. Just…..just….don’t push me away.” Her cheeks were fully reddened as she said that, and she did try her best to look away, if at all possible.
Lucia let out a mellow chuckle, the tone was low, alluring, it could make a person's heart race as she slid even closer still. Until her soft chest pressed against Cassandra's. Until her lips brushed against the girl's ear briefly. She spoke in a soft hushed whisper, a low tone, into Cassandra's ear. Every word and movement brushing moist lips against her earlobe as she whispered to her. "Oh? Is that so?" She spoke, feeling a pang of delight seeing the girl so compliant, so willing. Certainly, Lucia couldn't seize complete control yet, but the illusion of control would make her feel safe, would make her more willing to surrender completely Lucia thought. Slowly moistening her lips, the sound could be heard by Cassandra easily, the flash of tongue even brushed past her earlobe as she continued speaking. "Even if it means getting on your knees? Even if it means doing as I say mm?" She asked with a coy expression, stroking the underside of Cassandra's chin, as if treating her like a pet animal, soothing the girl like a pet while she spoke. After letting those questions sink in Lucia chuckled sweetly into her ear as if teasing and posing questions at random, she stroked the girl's chin a while longer before finally whispering in a soft tone. "Why don't you try it? Do it, get down and do as I say-- Just for a little while maybe~" She teased with a soft smile, playfully urging the girl with her nails at her back clawing at her slowly as a gentle punishment if she didn't comply quickly enough. Lucia waited for the girl to do so, but if she hesitated even the faintest bit, Lucia would frown, leaning back from Cassandra slowly. "Well, I suppose if you don't want to, I can't force you. I mean, I really want to be your friend, but if you can't even go that far, I'm not sure you'd be able to get along with me." She proposed, threatening to walk away if Cassandra couldn't do at least that much.
Kneel? Was that what she meant? But….she had never done that. No, really, she had never, ever knelt before someone. Not because she was such a defiant spirit or anything like that, of course. It was more that the opportunity never arose, in a sense. No one had ever asked her to, and she had never felt any urge to do so. Had Lucia asked for anything else, or at least any of a great number of things, she would have gotten her response right away, most likely. But since it was kind of alien to Cass, the latter had to actually think about it for a moment – and that was enough to find it quite odd an request. And that, in turn, made her wonder if that was really something she should do. After all, she was an officer of the law. To just kneel to someone, even in a game was….. Wait, what? Leaving? No, that could not be. Lucia’s sudden conviction to leave upon not immediately getting what she wanted would clearly catch Elaine off-guard. Her thoughts, while not exactly having been calm and collected beforehand, would not be racing almost completely out of control. Her logical thinking mostly short-circuited. Otherwise she would have done the mature thing and flat out agreed with that woman. After all, if she did not want to kneel, they likely would not have a long-lasting friendship. But forming such thoughts would require a calm that she simply did not have. Lucia was leaving and she needed to act quickly if she wanted to stop that. It was the only thing on her mind. Or rather, within the chaos of her head, it was her only thought she understood. And thus, she would simply fall onto her knees right then and there. “Wait! I am doing it, you see? Please don’t just walk away. I can do better, I promise!”
Lucia pouted, in a half turn when it seemed like Cassandra wouldn't comply. Lucia in truth wasn't as fierce as she was portraying herself, but Cassandra was just too adorable, with a glance the girl was so obviously begging for attention. It made teasing her too delicious, too exciting and fun. Taunting and teasing her, playing with her was just too fun! Only when she did finally drop her knees, did she turn her head back to look. With a musing hum, she turned little by little, wondering just how far she could push. The poor woman seemed frantic though, pushing farther might only end up having negative effects. After all, Lucia wasn't a demon, while she did enjoy teasing Cassandra she wouldn't treat her TOO poorly. Turning back, seeing the girl kneeling, she approached with a gentle and friendly smile. One that might give Cassandra hope as she got closer. "But, do you really mean it? I mean, you do right? Like, really?" She asked, playfully teasing still. Letting the girl think about it, letting the question roll around in her thoughts and head. Lucia lifted a hand slowly using it to stroke the girl's hair in a friendly affectionate manner. She used her hand to pet her like a dog or an animal of some kind, stroking her hair sweetly, gently but it might be a touch humiliating. "Well, even if you don't, I have faith in you. With some practice you'll figure it out. For now though, you should know how much this meant to me. You're very cute, and this was fun, making you kneel makes me happy-- You're a good friend~" She praised sweetly. After all, training was all about carrot and stick. Threatening the girl, humiliating her, making her feel low was naturally the stick, but for the carrot, she needed to build her back up, make her happy, fulfill her or make her feel cared for in some way. The soft petting and the kind encouraging words were meant to support her after bringing her low. "You wouldn't be mad if I asked you to do this a lot though would you? I mean, maybe I'm a bad friend, but something about teasing you makes me happy." She confessed with a very friendly exterior, subtle-y warning Cassandra that she should get used to this type of thing, but it was said in such an innocent and friendly way it might be hard to see as a bad thing.
This was all still very weird to her. It felt unreal. But that was likely because this was a game. Of course, that had to be it. That woman was a roleplayer after all, wasn’t she? It was only natural that she would have odd mannerisms more in line with a fantasy world! That had to be it. Along with her own ability to log off at any time, that was enough of a reassurance to allow her to breathe once more. For about ten seconds. Then, she realized just how good this game was at simulating touch again, causing her to get goosebumps right away. The whole kneeling business felt rather secondary right away, as long as it enabled something like this. Maybe she was seeking something like this all along. Maybe she was just confused and overwhelmed right then. Whatever the reason, she could tell that this was not bad at all. “I do, I do. I know that I am not doing it right but…I will get better at it,” she replied, closing her eyes briefly. This wasn’t so bad in general, too. Just kneeling did not hurt after all. It was stuff people did all the time for different reasons. Doing it to make someone else happy, that was a good thing! Granted, it was weird, but who was she to judge? She had the weirdest hobbies herself. This wasn’t that much worse, from a logical point of view. Besides, if she was honest, it did not feel completely bad. But she could not really put that into words at all. “It’s….fine. I have my weird sides too, and you are accepting them so far. Just a bit like this….it is not insurmountable. I am not good with being teased but…..I don’t completely dislike it either,” she explained, still remaining in her position. Even if her friend had returned to her side, she did not really feel a need to get up again. As noted, kneeling was not that bad to begin with. And it seemed to still keep Lucia happy. “So, if it makes you happy…..I don’t mind being a good friend.” Whilst saying that made her look downwards, she actually kind of smiled to herself as she did it.
Lucia shook her head at Cassandra who still seemed nervous and uncertain. With a soft chuckle she continued stroking the woman's head as if she were an animal, or something beneath her. Just enjoying the sensation of the woman kneeling at her feet as she petted her like a toy or a pet. "That's good... If you like it then it's good. I want my friend to be happy too." She spoke, but internally she was puzzled; Cassandra liked being teased and taken advantage of? It made Lucia muse a little, Cassandra seemed like a pretty normal girl, but Lucia wondered if there might be something else lurking a bit beneath the surface of this average player. After a bit more consideration, Lucia considered Charm magic, she hadn't had a chance to use it often, using Illusion magic to brain wash Cassandra to get to know her a bit better wouldn't hurt. Putting some thought in, she stroked Cassandra's head still, her amythest colored eyes slowly turning a bright pink as she activated the magic. "Don't worry, you're very happy, and you feel very safe here. You're going to be a good friend, the best of friends I promise." Lucia spoke, urging the woman to believe her words. Charm magic trying to invade the girl and brain wash her a little, Lucia's words trying to sink into her head as facts. It wasn't much different from hypnotism, without the pendulum or bright lights or smoke screens. Illusion magic was rather simple and easy to use in that regard. "You feel very safe here, and you're going to answer a lot of my questions honestly because you're my friend right?" She spoke, trying to make the girl give her information she normally wouldn't. If Cassandra was properly under her spell, she'd start asking her questions about her likes, dislikes, how her life had been lately, simple questions to get to know te girl little by little. She started slowly, trying to figure Cassandra out before demanding more of her, making sure that spell sank deep since she was out of practice.
