Lilith Pendragon

As she moved closer his brain went into panicked overdrive, thosands of contradictory signals flooded every muscle in his body. He was at a complete standstill and any possible explanation would suffice for his fear. Was it her sudden confusing change in demeanor? Is it the creepy gothic look of the house? Was it her titillating body as it desprately called to be ripped free from the restraints of such a prudish dress? Or, was it her eyes, could those deep emerald irises hold more than just allure? Could she be reading him? Controlling Him? Slowly forcing him to her will? All of these questions ran through his mind one after another until finally she made herself less than an inch from his face. Returning that same inviting grin from before she speaks. "Where I am from men shake hands with other men, and as you can see I am not a man," she reached both hands out and wrapped them around him "we hug around here." Both startled by the sudden intrusion of personal space and the forcefullness of her embrace he proceeds to reciprocate, but in a way a person would when hugging another mans wife.

She was not letting that happen, she pulled him closer and closer to her holding the embrace from the hugs two friends would engage in to the lenght, warmth, and closeness of lovers. After what seemed like an eternity she finally released him and he breathed a sigh of relief. He knew a few more seconds and he would not be able to stop the blood from entering the wrong part of his body. She grabbed both his shoulders and laughed to herself "I am sorry if I did not give my name I am Lilith Pendragon and this is my museum. Come with me, since we are just starting out it is only me and my daughter here so if you'd like a tour I would happily give you one or I can summon my daughter?" They step into what seemed like a combination of a lobby from a New York hotel that you could possibly stay a night if you set aside two months of paychecks and the set of the Addams Family.