If Medeia had not been suspicious enough before, she most certainly was now. She knew precisely what would come from her whisking the bride away from the reception although that did not bother her all that much. The raven haired woman had no doubt in her mind that she could annihilate every single guest with just the smallest use of her magical power but the thought of a different option was intriguing and killing gnats such as those around her did get rather boring quickly. Wrapping her arms around the bride and playing with her was a far more entertaining idea for the Warlord and should tempers flare then she was more than capable of defending herself.
“Alright. We will play it your way.” She replied, briefly looking over the gorgeous woman in front of her, before draining the remainder of her glass of wine. “It would not surprise me if things become a little heated once this all plays out so make sure that the groom is not harmed. Keep close to him, no matter what happens, my dear. I think it is obvious that we have been tasked with the same job, so let us make sure that it is completed properly, yes? If it does, I will make sure to reward you later.” She made no effort to hide her desire for her seemingly new job partner and Medeia definitely meant what she said. “Give me a little time with the bride and then lead the groom to the centre square, you will find us there.”
With that said, she would give Odelia a nod of her head, before placing the glass down and walking over to where the lovely bride was currently talking to a friend. She was a beautiful woman, with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, most certainly attractive enough to capture the attention of the pleasure seeking witch. As she approached the two, the friend would walk off, leaving the bride alone although she quickly turned as Medeia approached her.
“Hello there. I do not believe I have met you before. Are you perhaps a friend of my…” The bride cheerfully started to say, before stopping in her tracks as her eyes met Medeia’s.
There was the slightest hint of magic that could be felt from Medeia at that point, an alluring pull that tugged at the blonde woman’s psyche, falling under the powerful Ace’s control. It was all so easy for the fallen angel and in moments, the blonde was completely under her spell. A smile crossed Medeia’s features and she softly said to her captive. “How silly, my dear, I am your closest friend and have been for years. How about we take a walk and get some fresh air before your wedding?”
The bride could only nod and reply. “Yes, that sounds like a good idea. I am feeling a bit nervous about all of this.”
With that said, Medeia would gently lead the bride out of the building through the closest exit, where she could have her fun.