Ql'Annae & Cassia
Neither character belong to me. I just like drawing flowy dresses and am full of angst lately.
The woman looked like a work of art, lounged on an elaborate, highbacked couch-bed, the wood of the edging and the satin of the cushions both lush and glossy, matched by the tawny silk of her skin and the dark sheen of her hair. Golden jewelery dangled in her ears, around her ankles and wrists, a large red stone hung just above the curves of her ample breasts, and she wore fine silk that was barely opaque. She looked like a highpreistess of lust, head tipped forward, eyes shut, as though deep in thought or in a light dose where she sprawled, tucked into an alcove in an airy hall of columns.
It would take a sharp eye to notice the chains draped over the back of the couch that led to the bracelets, a keen mind to spot the magical glyphs carved into the frame of the couch, and a long observation to realize that while she breathed, she did not move