By the widening of the woman’s eyes - subtle, but telling - she knows how wide open she has left herself to innuendo. Hotaru’s laugh is bell-like, taking pity only in small measures as she grins slowly. “I’d beg to differ, but I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing it.” Bicolored eyes drag intentionally down, then up, and her mouth twists into a smirk. “Yet.” An offer? A promise? It’s unclear, but it’s heavy with anticipation.
Her smirk only grows as Camilla - newly named, at that - fumbles with her clear desires, but she doesn’t laugh. No, she’d never want someone to feel embarrassed or shamed for wanting Hotaru. It’s quite the compliment after all. “The pleasure is all mine. Care to show me your wares? I’d be happy to trade.” In a variety of favors at that. It seems today may be far more fortuitous than she had initially planned.
Her smirk only grows as Camilla - newly named, at that - fumbles with her clear desires, but she doesn’t laugh. No, she’d never want someone to feel embarrassed or shamed for wanting Hotaru. It’s quite the compliment after all. “The pleasure is all mine. Care to show me your wares? I’d be happy to trade.” In a variety of favors at that. It seems today may be far more fortuitous than she had initially planned.
as a child I only wanted to heal
now I want to be an abomination
now I want to be an abomination
