"Shhh," CY-Ren hushes gently, waving off Steven's concerns and Childermass's defenses.
It's then, as promised by the energy in the room, that music will begin to seep in through the cracks, filling the space ambiently like a soft glowing light. It's a languidly paced beat, and her hips sway to it as she moves in close to Herbert, just a breath away from touching.
"When I want you," she purrs, "I don't have to raise my voice." She raises her hand to his chin, still not quite touching his face, but somehow still forcing him to turn his head in her direction, as she pleases. "When I call you... You know you haven't got a choice. When you hear me... you better come without delay. Hear me calling... honey, won't you come and play?"
She smoothly flows her hands down his body, still not quite touching, and as she does... despite himself, Herbert will find that he desperately wants her to. Even if he's completely unaccustomed to it, there is something subtly arousing about the music, in a way he may have never experienced before.
"Cooome ooon..."
And then she pulls away, lazily spinning in a perfectly executed dance move, and bringing her bow against her own body. She slices her torso wide open, but all that comes out is Void - Void that swirls like water, forming the material of her Harbinger form.
"Succumb, surrender to me," she sings, the music growing heavier. But now instead of just targeting Herbert, it's resonating into everyone around her - though to a lesser degree. The way it will manifest will depend from person to person. It may be sexual desire, or adoration, or the unquenchable thirst to serve her needs. Whatever it is, her song will spark these feelings within all of them, in some form or another, as she dances through the crowd.
"Throw yourself into my sea... I'm waiting here with my arms open wide... Come to me, darling..."
She waves one of her arms, opening a rift in the Void, leading to somewhere filled with light. She beckons towards Herbert, and he will feel absolutely compelled to come towards her, as requested. Despite his protests, all of this seems suddenly reasonable - desirable, even.
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It's then, as promised by the energy in the room, that music will begin to seep in through the cracks, filling the space ambiently like a soft glowing light. It's a languidly paced beat, and her hips sway to it as she moves in close to Herbert, just a breath away from touching.
"When I want you," she purrs, "I don't have to raise my voice." She raises her hand to his chin, still not quite touching his face, but somehow still forcing him to turn his head in her direction, as she pleases. "When I call you... You know you haven't got a choice. When you hear me... you better come without delay. Hear me calling... honey, won't you come and play?"
She smoothly flows her hands down his body, still not quite touching, and as she does... despite himself, Herbert will find that he desperately wants her to. Even if he's completely unaccustomed to it, there is something subtly arousing about the music, in a way he may have never experienced before.
"Cooome ooon..."
And then she pulls away, lazily spinning in a perfectly executed dance move, and bringing her bow against her own body. She slices her torso wide open, but all that comes out is Void - Void that swirls like water, forming the material of her Harbinger form.
"Succumb, surrender to me," she sings, the music growing heavier. But now instead of just targeting Herbert, it's resonating into everyone around her - though to a lesser degree. The way it will manifest will depend from person to person. It may be sexual desire, or adoration, or the unquenchable thirst to serve her needs. Whatever it is, her song will spark these feelings within all of them, in some form or another, as she dances through the crowd.
"Throw yourself into my sea...
I'm waiting here with my arms open wide...
Come to me, darling..."
She waves one of her arms, opening a rift in the Void, leading to somewhere filled with light. She beckons towards Herbert, and he will feel absolutely compelled to come towards her, as requested. Despite his protests, all of this seems suddenly reasonable - desirable, even.
"Come inside."