Nethis is learning to prey on men like a spider prey on flies, once she catches one in her intricate webbing, she will slowly wrap her prey and eat it alive. In other words, men are nothing but pawns for the Lady as she uses them for her own desires and advancements. At least as a young woman can as she is learning what it means to be a Lady in a world that deems her place lesser than menfolk. An action many women should investigate for power, because so often men use women as trophy pieces to be gawked at or harassed. Nethis is not in the becoming of a woman who allows men to manipulate her, as she will be the kind of woman who will compel men, because she will be the user and the one in control. Men do not last with Nethis, because they do not have the capability nor the intelligence to keep up with the Thanasi woman. Her reputation precedes her as many already know Nethis to be an intelligent young Lady, especially since she follows the steps of her father, Dionysos of Thanasi. Nethis will not give any kind of man her attention, it must be men of power and authority, because Nethis is a woman of both; furthermore, she will not disrespect herself and bed just any man. Nethis has never been the one to care about what others think, especially when it comes from insolent men. She is Nethis of Thanasi, belonging to a House of power – Nethis doesn’t have to bother herself with the petty squabbles of others. Although, she will be the one to cause some.
The future Nethis’s appetite for men, holds no boundaries, therefore no man is safe. No matter if he is married, twice her senior, or a few years younger – if you are at a seat of power and within her desires, she will make her move. None of this is about love or learning to care for someone, if it has happened it would have surely been by accident. Nethis love no man, she owes men nothing, therefore she will take until she has lost use for them. Therefore, marriage is not really her focus, because she will lose interest as fast as she can blink – especially if their business arrangements run out of steam. If she were to settle down the it would have to be with a Prince or a King, someone with longevity of power, otherwise she is not interested. Even then, depending on the circumstance, it may not be as profitable to be the Queen or the Princess, but maybe the woman who remains in the shadows. Nethis has been a mistress before, though she tends to avoid becoming a high official’s mistress for too long or too often, because it would ruin her chances elsewhere. To why she must be strategic about the men of power she lays with. Now as a young Lady, she is learning about the kinds of men she wishes to affiliate herself with. She is also learning sex is nothing but a tool she can use against men to bend them to her will.
Stephanos of Mikaelidas proves to be one of the marry men she will catch in her web tonight. The Lady of her noble House was dressed in a deep red peplos, hugging her alluring body as she stood next to the young Prince. The two have danced a few times throughout the night as well consuming several loads wine in honor of the god of wine, Dionysus. Nethis looked into the eyes of the young man with a hunger in her icy-blue eyes that intensified by the introduction of wine, she felt calm, laxed, and quite suggestive. The raven-haired woman stepped closer to the Prince, “Is the Prince of Taengea, finding Colchis a place of interest?” The young Lady said as she tilted her head a bit with a small smirk. Her hair was worn long as it was shortly pass her shoulders that was adorned with laurel leaves with purple grapes littered on the vines.
He’d been to Colchis before but never when there was actual fun to be had. The people were markedly different from his native country and he did not prefer the change. While his father and brother preferred to stay in the Kotas manor with all the truly boring people of the court, he had found himself a party and trouble. That mean that the week long trip on a ship filled with no one even remotely interesting to talk to wasn’t a total waste.
The last time he’d been to this court was several years ago and he’d gotten into quite a bit of mischief then, too. Someone had told him one of the women he’d slept with had had a daughter but that wasn’t anything to worry himself with. No telling how many men the girl had been with and besides, she was taken care of. He had asked, just to ease his own conscience. In the meantime, he found himself in the company of the Thansi family, and dancing with the eldest of the daughters more often than anyone else.
To say that he was enraptured with her was an understatement. Being young and inebriated on top of it, he was intoxicated with the darkness that surrounded Nethis’s person. There was no one like her in Taengea and he liked to flirt with the idea that there was some sort of terrible secret that the whole family wanted to keep to themselves. Women weren’t usually dangerous but this one had the air about her of a snake. He liked it.
When she sauntered back up to him, stepping close and asking him his opinion of Colchis, his easy smile curved his lips and he slid his fingers down her arm until he came to her hand. Lifting that, he drew her closer, moving them to dance again. It was an easy way to touch her without seeming too forward. “Interest isn’t the word I’d use,” he said easily, moving the two of them in time with the lute and the beat of the drums.
Tilting his head a little, to mirror her, he let his eyes roam her features. “I’m finding it quite a bit more diverting than I imagined I would.”
He liked this game of tongues they were playing. His gaze dropped to her mouth but he flicked his eyes back up. “You haven’t been to Taengea, I don’t think?” he asked, spinning her away from him and bringing her back in again.
Nethis felt the warm hands of the Prince intertwine in her own with the slight tug coming from Stephanos, Nethis moved closer as she held her chin up only slightly as she eyed him. A suggestive young man he is, but Nethis is a woman who is growing in her ability of seduction quite finely. Must he miss take her as a beginner of sorts he would be intrigued to find out otherwise. The Lady continued the dance with the Prince, looking up at him as she awaited his answer. Nethis could feel the kisses of Dionysus upon her lips every time she drank from his sacred grape wine, the purplish stain upon her lips signifying his hold over the Lady. She was carried by the wine, but it will take more to have the woman falling over herself. A follower of Dionysus just maybe blessed with the tolerance of a bull, though as a woman she is sure a few more cups of the Kylix will have her seeing her Lord. As she danced with Prince, she felt a moment of euphoria in his grasps, causing the lady to close her eyes as she enjoyed the moment. Although she was brought out of her euphoria by the sound of Stephanos’s voice, to which she slowly reopened her eyes to lay them upon the Prince, “I wonder what diverts you so? A certain woman of a certain name?” Nethis said with a smirk as she turned her back to the Prince continuing to dance.
He could not see the purposeful smile Nethis held upon her face as the wine encouraged her daring behavior. Nethis placed her body against the Prince as she laid her head on his shoulder, again closing her eyes to feel the euphoric grasp of the wine, the young Lady said alluringly, “I have visited your country, once or twice,” Nethis said as she continued, “A beautiful land, though I am Colchian woman at heart,” Nethis said as she turned to face the Prince once more, “We Colchians are known for our wildness…and fire – I wonder what Taengeans are known for.”
Nethis said as she stepped away from the Prince, her hand still extended shortly, before dropping it to her side as a small inviting smile crossed her face. She then bit her lip enticingly, before coaxing, “I am not too sure a Taengean can handle…wild and fiery.” Nethis said as she backed herself into a wall, she could feel the cold marble against her finger tips and shoulder blades as she pressed herself against it. Ice-blue eyes of desire peering at the man before her, a smirk spreading as she awaited the Prince to advance her.
Around them, the music thrummed in lilting, dulcet tones, mingling with the near hypnotic beat of the drums. Wine swam through his veins, giving him some of the same euphoric feelings that she was outwardly displaying. This sort of festival was something along the one they had in Taengea but he was better known there and would probably have already been with a group of friends and his lips against some girl whose name he barely knew.
Then it occurred to him that, at least in this moment, he might as well have been in Taengea. If he could overlook the dull tones of the rocks around them and the sandstone buildings, and dismiss the occasional whiff of the metal workings in the forges that littered the lower parts of the city, this was eerily like home. Right down to the pretty woman whose name he barely knew.
“Your eyes are so vivid,” he said, totally ignoring her question about whom he might be referring to. They both knew perfectly well he meant her. While he might not play the game the way it was supposed to be done, he liked that she wanted to toy. When she turned around and pressed back against him, with her head laid back against his shoulder, he took that as permission to run his hands along her sides, smoothing them down her stomach and down her hips as she spoke.
He half smiled when she said Taengea was beautiful. That was an understatement. With its majestic trees and rolling green hills, greener than emeralds when sunlight shone across the grass, there was nothing that could compare. Even the lowliest house was prettier than here. These structures were all so utilitarian and plain.
She turned around again, looking up at him with an arresting gaze that he unconsciously took her hand when she stepped away and extended it to him. It was strange but anything she said he felt compelled to listen and take notice of. “If you’ve been to Taengea, then I’m sure you received a warm welcome...warm enough to make fire comfortable, anyway.” Her hand dropped away and she taunted him a little, backing towards a wall. He was barely aware of following her. His palms pressed against the stone wall on either side of her head and he searched her eyes as he brushed his lips against hers, light as a breath and said, “I’d like to see if I can avoid getting singed.”
If she wasn’t a total tease and could make good on the promises that her eyes were suggesting, he’d not only let her burn him. She could consume him completely. He didn’t know her reputation or her family but it wouldn’t matter if he did. He liked to play and this game was a bit too intriguing not to follow through with.
Nethis smiled alluringly as the young fellow heeded her permission and already, she felt her body rage with excitement as he closed the gap between them. Most girls would frolic over a man so handsome and fall in love with his arms, but Nethis is not in love… She is simply hungry and with an appetite, mostly men, could sate and that is all for the young Lady. Nethis sees nothing but opportunity and satisfaction, rather having feelings or allowing herself to be swallowed up by men. The Lady refuses to be like the other women of the world, she refuses to be a slave to her emotions, instead she wants to be the ruler of them all. Nethis has a strong mind and it has gained her attention from many nobles, especially those of Colchis – a bright young woman from the Thanasi House. Lord Dionysus was quite purposeful in the handling of his daughter as he has trained her in many ways to which her mind is strong. Nethis has the beauty of her mother as well as the intelligence and the cleverness of her father, such a combination has made her quite dangerous. A danger she now knows.
The icy eyes of the young Lady peered back at the Prince as he closed their distances and brushed his lips against hers. She could feel the warmth of his body as he had her pinned against the coolness of the wall, though she did not care. Nethis felt the passion of his kiss and she returned it as she placed her hands against the wall, before finding them feeling on his chest, then down to his trousers, where she pulled on them only slightly. Nethis continued to kiss the young man as she suggestively touched the handsome Prince, before abruptly pushing him off her – a daring smile cutting on her lips. “You are a good kisser, Aphrodite has shown you well, though I grow bored of simplicity,” Nethis said as she slipped pass the young Prince, though before she turned her corner, she said daringly, “You may stay here and kiss other simple girls, or come where no one else is not and, fuck me.” Nethis said with an emphasis, before turning to walk off, “The choice is yours.”
Nethis continued her way as she pulled up the skirt of her red peplos to quicken her pace as she ascended towards her family that was only a few steps away. The Lady wasn’t worried about not having a guest, because she is sure that he would follow. The Lady continued to walk a she reached the entrance of her home, stopping one of the servants with the gesture of a hand, “Wine in my quarters.” The young maid nodded, “Yes Lady Nethis.” Nethis smiled shortly, before making her way up to her room only to turn around hearing someone else venture inside.