FOR RHEYA & ROMMIE

Savo‘s black viol oozes music, yeah, that kind…that slides through the air, like hearsay. ♪♪♪
Savo makes a sly smile.  The smooth funk seems to sound like a soulful Roegadyn ought to suddenly start crooning, ‘hey baby, you know I’m all about you.’ ♪♪♪
Savo has got soul (and fleas).  She subtly funks out to the music a while before she starts whisper the lyrics. ♪♪♪
♪ if you want to…
♪     …op-en…
♪        …my soul.
♪ Girl, just slide down…
♪     …the bed…
♪         …real slow.
♪ I am strung…
♪     …tight like…
♪         …a bow…
♪ Now wet your…
♪     …lips and…
♪         …then go. ♪♪

Savo plays a bit of easy-listening-fuck-me-jazz.  She channels Marvin Gaye and sings: ♪♪♪
♪ if you are ashamed, by the advance
♪ if you are acclaimed, for reverence
♪ I would not blame, the instance <wait.4>
♪ you wash away the evidence <wait.4>
Savo asks the couple in this musical coitus. ♪♪♪
♪ you didn’t     feel     …a thing?
♪ It didn’t     mean     …a thing?
♪ Would be the lie you’d testify
♪ But inside we’d confide
♪ You’re      every-thing ♪♪
Savo imagines the big Roegadyn saying shit like ‘ooo baby, ooo baby I love you baby, play it for them savo.’ ♪♪♪

Savo, verily, does. ♪♪♪
♪ And Rommie…
♪     …you know…
♪         …you’re guilty.
♪ Convicted…
♪     …in this…
♪         …Perjury.
♪ The afterglow…
♪     …is sweet…
♪         …and dirty.
♪ And I know…
♪     …that you…
♪         …feel me. ♪♪
Savo halts the music for four beats.  She snaps her claws, points and smiles.  All can hear the imaginary Roegadyn’s baritone ‘oh yeah.’ ♪♪♪

Savo breaks back into the rhythm and blues crooning. ♪♪♪
♪ Do you need to tame the petulance?
♪ Did you just claim a defense
♪ Deny the name of the romance
♪ And wash away the evidence
Savo gets close and personal and asks… ♪♪♪
♪ you didn’t     feel     …a thing?
♪ It didn’t     mean     …a thing?
♪ Look them in the eye and testify
♪ But inside I’d know why
♪ You’re      every-thing ♪♪
Savo‘s imaginary Roegadyn accompaniment puts on his gold rimmed sunglasses, (we’ll call him Smovelovyrman) and retreats with the slow funk. ♪♪♪
Savo plays a few more measures of that disco/funk style that has, over the ages, inspired more sex than all the bunny ears in the quicksand. ♪♪♪