Tamrissa pauses on the stairs as she returns from her chambers, her ripped clothing replaced by a tight black, short-sleeved leather bodysuit. A v-neck allows for more view of her pale neck and chest. Her waist is decorated by a band of intricate silver chain, droplets of a dark red jewel hung sparsely from it the whole way around her hips. A necklace of the same design hangs at her throat, casting blood red reflections onto the white of her skin.
Her hair is down, defined ringlets of dark gold curling down to her hips. A single tear-drop of the garnet-like jewel rests at her forehead, the chain that holds it disappearing into ther hair at the sides. Dark make-up makes her eyes stand out from the rest of her face, the only thing keeping all attention from them being the burgundy paint on her lips. She smiles.

"Welcome back, my lord. Lord Dante explained that you would return and I am glad you did not make a liar out of him," she begins walking down the stairs again, her heeled black boots clicking against each step.

She tugs a bit as the unique-looking belt of jewels, frowning and raising her brow.

"The spirits seem to think that I must look like a walking jewelry box everytime I ask for something to wear. Just now, I had asked them for something plain and simple...suitable for an execution," she sighs and holds her hands out to the sides. "Instead I get the queen of the dead look...which is not only too close to the truth, but also very uncomfortable and annoying."

Her sigh leads into her next words.

"We have a slight problem on the subject of the execution," she steps up beside him and motions with her head towards the dark passage leading down to the underground cells. "I am hoping to have her dead and gone before Thisias returns from the mission I sent him on. He seems to have allowed her to play with his mind and he has grown fond of her within a matter of hours. Not a normal amount of time for such an attraction...I would say another of her mind games. She's very good at them."

She seems to go distant for a moment, both the memories of the past and Fei's beast distracting her attention. Her eyes snap back into focus and she motions him to start walking, pointing towards the darkened doorway.

"She could even charm Naraka at times, Cameron," she frowns. "Let's go end this now before she finds a way to weedle out of her own death."

The look in her eyes turns cold and she steps into the doorway, looking back occasionally as they descend into the depths of the palace.

"What method will you use to execute her?"