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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 14, 2009 16:53:54 GMT -5
"Wouldn't you rather have a strong man who takes what he wants and does not ask for permission?" " She repeats for him. "If it is weak to ask permission, and be subservient, then I would prefer that man. You have asked for my permission, so you are halfway there."
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Post by Marie on Jun 14, 2009 17:07:39 GMT -5
"That is not what I meant," Maekar grumbled, getting more frustrated by the minute. "I would not bed a woman if she did not wish it, but neither would I grovel or fawn over a woman like a slave or a supplicant. There is a middle ground, though. For example..."
He took her hand within his own and kissed it.
"Would you expect a man to ask permission to do that?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 14, 2009 17:13:20 GMT -5
"Sometimes. I would not like to think that men can get away with even touching me whenever they felt like it. I am not an object to be fondled and caressed at a man's whim. I allow you to kiss my hand. I don't see what I gain from you bedding me, there is no middle ground as you say."
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Post by Marie on Jun 14, 2009 17:37:04 GMT -5
"You say you would gain nothing without even giving me a chance? None of my previous lovers have ever had any complaints," said Maekar, a trifle smugly. "Is a night of passion not worth anything to you, my lady?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 14, 2009 17:38:36 GMT -5
"I feel anything but passion for you right now, good day Ser." She went back to the box near her and began picking through it again.
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Post by Marie on Jun 14, 2009 18:01:29 GMT -5
Maekar stormed off in a temper. He needed a whore.
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Hope you all are well and happy.