dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
"But of course," Dahlia purrs, peering up at her counterpart as he nears, her chin lifting to expose the pale column of her neck. "Until you tell me otherwise, of course." It's not difficult to make these kinds of promises to Dorian - and to mean them - especially given the comparatively short period of time between their arrival and now. But, as may well be the case for him as well, who knows what might change once the physical world properly gets its teeth into them.
Pressing her palms into the plush sheets, Dahlia is able to shift up and back onto her knees, a position that still leaves her peering up at him but at less harsh an angle. "In theory, plenty," he murmurs, having been able to watch and learn the dances of conversation and seduction from observing those at the House of Midnight. "In practice, alas, very little." And what a shame it has been, other than to enjoy the literal fruits of Caido's labours; liquor and plump cherries, crushed ice and raspberry syrup.
"I am sure I will have more opportunities here, though."
Pressing her palms into the plush sheets, Dahlia is able to shift up and back onto her knees, a position that still leaves her peering up at him but at less harsh an angle. "In theory, plenty," he murmurs, having been able to watch and learn the dances of conversation and seduction from observing those at the House of Midnight. "In practice, alas, very little." And what a shame it has been, other than to enjoy the literal fruits of Caido's labours; liquor and plump cherries, crushed ice and raspberry syrup.
"I am sure I will have more opportunities here, though."
Let me see the heat get to it
