we show off our different scarlet letters
It does look cool, and gods Flora might have otherwise been standing in a puddle of her own desire had it not been for the desperate need for approval keeping her suitably frosty. "Most people aren't really listening to what I say." Flora points out, straightening her shoulders slightly so that her nipples press lightly against the silken fabric of her slip. "Most people might write that off as a parlour trick." Because, you know, in looking at Flora you might think she was capable of creating a perfect smokey eye and not much else.
"Walls aren't what I want punctured." Recalling another feather, the white one as it happened from where it was lurking, this time Flora simply does it with her mind instead of a flash of fingers. Of course for anyone but Jack this would have looked more subtle, but alas the mental movements would be as clear to him as if she'd waved her arms around first.
"Walls aren't what I want punctured." Recalling another feather, the white one as it happened from where it was lurking, this time Flora simply does it with her mind instead of a flash of fingers. Of course for anyone but Jack this would have looked more subtle, but alas the mental movements would be as clear to him as if she'd waved her arms around first.
