xathenadora:

_{{ A glass full of a crimson liquid moves in the pale palm of the woman }}

      _{—- Am I needed?}

[ Sulpicia’s own glass is brought to her lips, relishing in the sweet lush taste of crimson. ] 

     If you are, I can only hope that you will invite me along as well. I would so love to take a walk around the veranda. I grow bored of this.