It never took much.
All she had to do was flash that damned smirk from across the room and you would just...melt.
Your eyes meet hers across the ballroom, her snake-tongue makes a brief appearance and all you can think about is the many, many, ways that tongue can steal your breath away.
You're shaken out of your thoughts as one of the nobles approaches, no doubt about to complain about something or other. It alarms you that you can become so affected by her in the midst of a royal party, surrounded by your people.
But maybe that's part of the thrill.
When the noble is gone you find yourself looking for her, subtly casting your eyes around the room.
"Looking for something, princess?" You start at the sound of her voice by your ear and whirl around to glare at her. "Marceline!" you huff, embarrassed to have been caught. She laughs, low and throaty and you shiver at the way the sound seems to caress your spine. "I've never been a fan of your royal parties, Your Highness." she says once she's recovered herself. "Perhaps they're too refined for you," you retort. "Oh, they are," she says with a grin, "I like my parties wilder... and so do you." You roll your eyes. "Unlike you I happen to be having a great time." "Really? Never knew you to be such a masochist." "Marceline!" you nervously glance at the other party-goers, none of whom seem to have noticed your outburst. "You can't say things like that here." She smirks dangerously. "Then let's go somewhere else."