[ slipping her tongue into the other's mouth, she'd force olivia to drink some of her wine this way. everyone around was watching the two make out, clearly excited. not that tharja cares about entertaining them.
the only thing she has any interest in is claiming olivia all for herself. ]

you seem to enjoy the idea of being my slave more than i thought, hm ?

[ she could feel ophelia's body trembling in her arms. she loves that feeling. after taking a long sip of wine, tharja suddenly leans in to kiss her companion, the taste still fresh on her lips — and still in her mouth. ]

you don't necessarily have to swallow them. just rip them apart a bit.

have you considered eating them ?

that would probably scare off a lot of the enemy. throw them in a panic, easier to pick off that way. i think it's a good tactic.

what, just a magic reversal ? yeah, that's pretty basic.

why, what happened ?

i wouldn't worry about. i love turning the field into a bloodbath every time and no one ever judges me for it.

or i dunno, maybe they do ? i couldn't even pretend to care either way. for what it's worth, i think you're doing great.

really ? i'd say she's the most mature one here.

battlefields aren't for restraint or honor or whatever kind of nonsense people keep trying to talk about. they're for death. if you don't take enjoyment in that, you'll end up being the one getting killed.

what does that even mean ? if the enemy is dead, then she's doing a good job.

good idea. i'll get you a collar, maybe even a leash.

[ tharja started sipping at her wine, an arm wrapped around her "slave" and holding her body close, still feeling up one of her tits.. all while everyone watched and talked to themselves.
olivia was easily the center of attention now. ]

you were going to come to ME for that ??

well, i guess that depends on what you were looking for.