i'd wipe the dirt off your name with the shirt off my back
With a dramatic flutter of her lashes, Flora rises from the dead, propping herself upright with a beam so bright it could’ve powered the bar’s entire mood lighting. "Good," she declares, tapping her glass against his with renewed life. "I’ll be holding you to that."
As he counters her madame protests with maddening logic, she nods with mock solemnity. "Fair," she allows. "But all those things—The Hanged Man, the guild, running Torchline—they were all in one place." Her voice lilts higher, conspiratorial, as she taps one finger playfully against her cheek. "But you know...maybe there’s a solution." Her brows lift as her grin turns devilish.
"Maybe we could get Dygra and Safrin to work together. Just one little portal. A charming little shortcut from the Hollowed Grounds straight to Torchline." She clinks her nails against the edge of her drink, eyes glittering. "Think about it. Cultural exchange. Diplomatic efficiency. Very sexy brothel synergy."
And as Danta turns more thoughtful, explaining Asta’s shifting hunger, Flora quiets just a touch. "I was never exactly top of my class," she admits with a smirk, "but this feels like a research project I can really sink my teeth into." Or that Asta could, anyway. She laughs, low and pleased with herself, the joke riding a little too smoothly on the tail of something that might’ve been sincerity.
Then, lifting her glass once more, she tips it toward him in toast. "To learning more about our favourite butcher," she says. "And questionable methodology."
~FIN
As he counters her madame protests with maddening logic, she nods with mock solemnity. "Fair," she allows. "But all those things—The Hanged Man, the guild, running Torchline—they were all in one place." Her voice lilts higher, conspiratorial, as she taps one finger playfully against her cheek. "But you know...maybe there’s a solution." Her brows lift as her grin turns devilish.
"Maybe we could get Dygra and Safrin to work together. Just one little portal. A charming little shortcut from the Hollowed Grounds straight to Torchline." She clinks her nails against the edge of her drink, eyes glittering. "Think about it. Cultural exchange. Diplomatic efficiency. Very sexy brothel synergy."
And as Danta turns more thoughtful, explaining Asta’s shifting hunger, Flora quiets just a touch. "I was never exactly top of my class," she admits with a smirk, "but this feels like a research project I can really sink my teeth into." Or that Asta could, anyway. She laughs, low and pleased with herself, the joke riding a little too smoothly on the tail of something that might’ve been sincerity.
Then, lifting her glass once more, she tips it toward him in toast. "To learning more about our favourite butcher," she says. "And questionable methodology."
~FIN
