She adjusted her veil and twisted her wrist, yanking a portion of her robes aside and exposing the soft inner flesh of her thighs. The three men before her shifted uncomfortably on their knees, anxious for the ritual to begin. Smoke filled her nostrils, the heady scent of incense fogged her senses and the effective drug she had downed earlier made her skin prickle with sensitivity. Robed figures surrounded her, removing the ritual candles and outlining her body with a circle of chalk to catalyze the raw magic power that she was about to summon.
Her eyes gazed at each young man's face, taking in their differences. The first one was tall and lithe, sinew over taut muscle. His amber skin erupted with gooseflesh as he held his hands in front of himself in a motion of consciousness. The next one was smaller but stockier. His soft plum dark skin looked like it would feel smooth under her fingers and she spent some time examining his hips and thighs selfishly. The last man was a sweet redhead with ruddy blushing skin and a heavy dusting of freckles and light red hair down his shoulders and arms. His skin covered working musculature, not molded into an attractive aesthetic. His thighs twitched as the three of them knelt before her and she could almost taste the blush as it traveled up his chest and neck. She called him pretty in her head and imagined the Queen of Faery would be extremely jealous when she brought him back as her lover. His large hands and long calloused fingers made her shiver as he flexed them impatiently, his nerves getting the better of him.
