When it comes to mistresses, one should keep an eye on details. And if one keeps an eye on details, Arabelle Raphael has a big warning sign painted all over her. Among the many beautiful tattoos decorating her wonderful body (checkout the masterpiece on her back!) one can easily spot a “female power” symbol on her right foot (clearly, not a random choice: how many men would have kissed that?); with a bit more attention, on her left forearm there’s a sigil, to none other than Lilith. For those of you into Qliphothic magic there’s no need to explain, for all the others I’ll just say this means the beginning of a very intense journey.
With these premises, what on Hell (literally) is DJ thinking when he decides to piss her off? Of course, that can only bring down a threnody of pain, suffering and humiliation without end.
Lounging on the couch, talking on the phone, Mistress Arabelle Raphael rests her feet up on the back of her piece of human furniture, DJ. Through his leather mask, he tries to slyly lick the tips of Arabelle’s high heels and she notices. She digs her heels into his back and scolds him for being so bold.
