A devious smirk appears on her face as she raises the fresh poured glass to her lips taking a long sip overlooking the rim over to her boys before closing her eyes to enjoy the sweet taste of bliss run over her tongue and down the back of her throat. Once getting her desired intake from the sip she seals her lips shut removing the glass from her lips setting the glass down upon the counter stop swallowing letting out a soft ah. Her dark eyes open as she runs her fingertip along the glass's rim slowly looking up and glares over to Damien and Adrian licking the taste of the champagne off her lips.
She soon asked placing both her hands firmly on the edge of the counter top leaning forward. Both men grin and nod their heads in agreement as they both go for another sip of their own. The sweet devious grin upon her face soon disappears as she quickly leaps up and on the counter top kneeling upright snatching the glasses from each of their hands then tossing the contents of liquid into their own faces. Damien and Adrian's faces soaked and puzzled but the sudden actions. While they go to whip their faces with their hand, Zoe tosses the glasses over her shoulders behind her. They could be heard shattering behind her as they crashed to the title kitchen floor. She snarls raising her upper lip, grabbing them both by the collars of their shirts jerking them forward having them stand upon the tips of their shoes, leaning forward over the counter top to reach her level slamming the sides of their heads closely together causing them to let out a light grunt. Zsasz leans in closely as to make sure they are one hundred percent focus and their eyes locked onto hers.
"Well! I certainly hope you enjoyed it while it lasted."
The small reward of their champagne drinking she allowed and gave was quickly being put to an end. Treated for good behavior was done. It's time to get back to the important matters.
"You two may have come home with the Reassemble championship titles but sadly boys that's not a reason for a huge celebration. Not yet!"
She pushes them back allowing them to grab their balance and proper footing on the flooring again as they grab the back of their necks from the tight hold she had on them, massaging it. Zoe crawls forward to the other end of the counter, sliding her legs off the side of the edge, taking a seat.
"Now! It's time to talk business. BOYS!"
She snaps her fingers and instantly Damien and Adrian come together, side by side, hosting her up in the air and onto their shoulders. A wicked grin appears on her face, crossing her legs as if she was sitting on a regular chair and points out of the room in the direction of which she would like them to take her to. They lead her out of the kitchen and down the massive halls again leading towards another closed off room with double wooden craved doors. Adrian and Damien with their free hands reach and turn the door knobs to their side of the door. They turn and open, and enter their Mistress into the room where it was beautiful candle lit. A room truly fit for a queen of higher power.
She requested while rubbing her fingernails along the side of Damien's neck and her fingers through Adrian's hair looking forward to her royal seating. They carry her over and comfortable lower and help turn her to take a seat and sit comfortably. Zoe leans back into her chair. Damien leans down grabbing and lifting Zoe's legs into the air where as Adrian rushes and grabs her matching ottoman setting it under her feet. Damien lowers the mistress feet gently allowing her to relax luxuriously. Zoe sets her arms on the arms of the throne then looking at both pets seeing in which they both should do for her next.
She points to Adrian. She looks away over to a hand held feather fan motioning for him to grab it. No questions asked he rushes over grabbing it and begins fanning her. She turns towards Damien.
"Now you... Here..."
She points to her shoulders and neck. Damien comes to the side of the throne and instantly beings massaging the areas requested. A pleasant smile now crosses her lips closing her eyes taking a moment to soak it all in. This is what she's trained them for. To have then tend to her every whim without question or hesitation.
"Now my sweet dearest pets... bringing home the Reassemble championship was just the beginning. But boys, we still have a war to win."
Her eyes open again taking a moment to look at both men in their actions. Adrian maintaining a steady fan of nice flowing of air towards her where as Damien massaging the shoulders, melting any signs of stress away.
"Now tell me..."
She points a finger towards one then waves it over to the next addresses them both.
"...I've heard already that our enemies are lining up."
She shakes her head... not this will never do.
"This new little group... called hmm what was it... ah yes, Inglorious Executioner one no no two point oh? Lead by some hotshot blondie by the name of Jenna Foxette? Pssh!"
She rolls her eyes in disgust just thinking of everything she's heard of this new group and even waves her hand in front of her as to brush them away. She rest her arm comfortably again then looks over to Damien.
"Now what have you gathered for me my pet?"
Damian still caressing her shoulders and neck to her liking.
"Well my Mistress, one of them decided to take it upon himself to fire shots in our direction. Without even acknowledging that their name is a complete disrespect to us. So I put actions into my own hands. I fired back because a group of outsiders calling themselves executioners? It's conflicting due to they have never executed a single soul here in Ultimate Wrestling. Their name strikes a fucking nerve."
Zoe rather impressed with what he speaks takes her hand caressing the side of his face.
"My my my sweet pet, Damien... I never knew you were one to be sentimental. Aren't you so affectionate!"
Her small pleased look disappears and quickly slaps him hard across the face leaving a red hand print mark.
"SNAP OUT OF IT!"
She faces forward slamming a balled fist into the arm of the throne.
"We can't show any signs of weakness! None! I strongly admire you sticking up for the group but words are simply that... words... It's our actions that really need to be heard!"
She licks her lips contemplating wickedly on several thoughts that would need to be done in order to take over this motor mouth group of so called executioners that they have now been targeted and set to take out.
"Just as the work you two did on Harris... I expect just as much if not more towards them."
"What about Jenna, my Mistress?"
Adrian asked continuing his fanning. She slowly turns her head in his direction clicking her tongue to the roof of her mouth in the sound of a ticking time clock before taking in a deep breath.
"You'll leave her to me. She'll soon learn who the true Alpha bitch is in this company."
A devious grin crosses her lips as she sits back even more comfortably into her soft cushioned throne.
"It'll only be a matter of time before I call her boys my own."
She lets out a wicked chuckle just thinking about it then looks over at Damien and then over to Adrian.
"After all, my pets do need play things of their own."
TBC: Adrian or Damien