03-16-2020, 08:51 PM
She wasn’t sure she’d expected an answer, or cared to hear one, but she did listen. Secrets had been Oriena’s favoured currency for years, and she spent them as frivolously as she hoarded depending on her mood -- they were the only sorts of power currents that amused her. Sometimes losing was as enjoyable as winning, but others rarely understood that about her nature. At least until they found themselves cut by the sharp end of it.
She laughed and slid her gaze to the woman beside her. “In my experience it’s usually that they think with their cocks.” She winked, though she imagined Yun would find it crude for all its truth. Oriena had built an empire on its promise. Dig into the club’s origins and it was apparent where the money had come from, a fact that did remain buried but hardly for the sake of Oriena’s pride.
“Trouble in paradise, sweetheart?” If Yun was trying to control a channeler with bribes and manipulation she might as well be trying to drop the moon in a bucket. “They want to feel in control, and a woman’s leash chafes most of all. Play beta. Let them think they’re calling the important shots.” She shrugged, dismissive. Yun had built an empire of her own, she hardly needed the advice. Still, the curve of a mischievous smile lingered. “Who's the problem?”
She laughed and slid her gaze to the woman beside her. “In my experience it’s usually that they think with their cocks.” She winked, though she imagined Yun would find it crude for all its truth. Oriena had built an empire on its promise. Dig into the club’s origins and it was apparent where the money had come from, a fact that did remain buried but hardly for the sake of Oriena’s pride.
“Trouble in paradise, sweetheart?” If Yun was trying to control a channeler with bribes and manipulation she might as well be trying to drop the moon in a bucket. “They want to feel in control, and a woman’s leash chafes most of all. Play beta. Let them think they’re calling the important shots.” She shrugged, dismissive. Yun had built an empire of her own, she hardly needed the advice. Still, the curve of a mischievous smile lingered. “Who's the problem?”