Hotaru
Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold
Pleased by the offer, Hotaru sits up a little straighter, intrigue flashing in her eyes. "Then it seems we have a pattern to our dates: alternating between here and Torchline." If he had any doubts, Hotaru puts them to rest then and there. Unless something goes terribly wrong, she wants to continue seeing him. She isn't sure how deep her attraction to him is, but it's something she wants to explore.
His hands along her legs make her stretch and huff a small sound that is suspiciously close to the beginnings of a moan. She'd planned actual massages to be given to them today in the spa, but his touch is very different from the professional, educated ones of her masseurs. "If you ever have a spare blanket you've made, I'd love to own it." Telling him about her den feels too private still, a delicate confession she protects almost rabidly. But she would be inclined to use it in her home, and see if her inner feline likes his scent enough - likes him enough - to grant it access to her inner sanctum. Perhaps then she'll know how she truly feels about him, because in recent years she doesn't trust her human mind and heart to know these things.
"Embarrassingly I have even fewer I believe. Hunting monsters with the Guild barely counts, I'm sure, but hunting in general appeals to me. Enough that the local merchants adore me for how well-stocked I keep them without ever being on their payroll." Because what use does she have for keeping the meat and hides? Hotaru never wants for coin or trade, and can keep herself plentifully fed. "I suppose I enjoy dancing? But the bars here don't have dance floors, so I rarely get to indulge." The reopening had been the first time in a long time that she'd been able to experience it, but it had reminded her of how much she'd missed it.
His hands along her legs make her stretch and huff a small sound that is suspiciously close to the beginnings of a moan. She'd planned actual massages to be given to them today in the spa, but his touch is very different from the professional, educated ones of her masseurs. "If you ever have a spare blanket you've made, I'd love to own it." Telling him about her den feels too private still, a delicate confession she protects almost rabidly. But she would be inclined to use it in her home, and see if her inner feline likes his scent enough - likes him enough - to grant it access to her inner sanctum. Perhaps then she'll know how she truly feels about him, because in recent years she doesn't trust her human mind and heart to know these things.
"Embarrassingly I have even fewer I believe. Hunting monsters with the Guild barely counts, I'm sure, but hunting in general appeals to me. Enough that the local merchants adore me for how well-stocked I keep them without ever being on their payroll." Because what use does she have for keeping the meat and hides? Hotaru never wants for coin or trade, and can keep herself plentifully fed. "I suppose I enjoy dancing? But the bars here don't have dance floors, so I rarely get to indulge." The reopening had been the first time in a long time that she'd been able to experience it, but it had reminded her of how much she'd missed it.
Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time
