one look from you

Hotaru

Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold

It's quite a forward offer, and she is undoubtedly surprised by it, though she doesn't let show the extent of it. "If it wouldn't be an imposition, I think I'd like that." And her wording is quite intentional, because she thinks she would, though she hasn't spent the night with someone other than Talyson or Deimos in years. Never sleeping over with conquests, and always at their houses, never hers. It's an intimidating prospect. She won't know unless she tries though, and Hotaru is doing her best to put herself out there.

Pulling her legs away from his clever hands is difficult, but she takes his hand instead and leads him out of the bath. The adjacent room has multiple simple showers, so she grabs their items and carries them onward. Looking down at her small bag of ice spheres sitting on top of her clothes - never without her weapons - and examining the slight heat in her veins, Hotaru bites her lip where George can't see her and considers.

Deciding, she pulls him into one of the showers together, setting her clothes on the provided shelf and turning on the water before turning to him and hooking her finger in his shorts again. This time with far more intent. "Care to clean up with me?" Voice dropping to a soft purr that makes it clear what she has in mind.

Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time