Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-26545097-20170805131339/@comment-24852191-20171227222237

Me: Ageed, there’s no telling what form of torture they will use on her. Now, go check on Salem. He’s undoubtedly frightened of everything that just happened. Perhaps you can put his mind at ease?


 * Alucard merely responds with slight sigh.


 * Meanwhile, Alioth steps out from the restroom as he is drying his long flowing silver hair with a towel. He is wearing what look like a pair of tight fitting black leather pants. He has no shoes on, so he is bear foot. He has no shirt on, revealing his well built and chiseled abs and chest. His body almost looks like that of a statue of some Greek god. His skin is a cool pale hue. His body is still moist and slick with water from his bath. He finishes with his hair and tucks part of it behind his ears, letting the rest hang on either side of his face. He begins rubbing the towel up and down the lean rippling muscles of his arms. He looks up at Crystal with beautiful crimson eyes. His voice is deep, soft, and kind yet it still holds a commanding presence.

Alioth: I assure you, I have no intention of having you do anything against your will.


 * He takes a slow, elegant step towards her.