champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
It's courtesan to courtesan to courtesan, practically, given how often Mateo can be found at Mother Molly's, and not always as a paying customer in that regard. (Sometimes he does makeup for the guys and dolls of the fine establishment, what can he say?) Regardless, Thorn will find himself more than welcome in this new trio, and Mateo's lips and tongue are as skilled as any other worker at Molly's.
Humming a note of approval at the tattoos that seem to dance and move before his eyes, the botanist reaches out automatically to let his fingers whisper across them, trying to trace their origin across the other man's body. A difficult feat, granted, given their proximity and his reluctance to part from his lips, but eventually there has to be some kind of compromise, right?
Thorn straddles his waist and Mateo smiles up at the lady whose attention he's also grabbed for the evening. "This is Aurora," he purrs, before glancing to the other man. "And who are you?"
Humming a note of approval at the tattoos that seem to dance and move before his eyes, the botanist reaches out automatically to let his fingers whisper across them, trying to trace their origin across the other man's body. A difficult feat, granted, given their proximity and his reluctance to part from his lips, but eventually there has to be some kind of compromise, right?
Thorn straddles his waist and Mateo smiles up at the lady whose attention he's also grabbed for the evening. "This is Aurora," he purrs, before glancing to the other man. "And who are you?"
