Upon receiving the wine, Dorian ensured his fingertips brushed against the blonde's hand as she held it out to him, adding an extra layer of tactile appreciation for her efforts. Lounging in the bath with a demeanour that suggested he considered the place his personal retreat, he cast a lazy gaze toward Danta and the blonde. Although his interest seemed detached, an unmistakable intensity lingered in the way he observed their interaction—a studiousness that was both judgmental and wholly inviting.
"Far? Yes and no," Dorian murmured, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned his head against the back of the tub, finding a comfortable spot to both relax and observe. "This world is not so terribly big when you get right down to it." With a knowing but predatory smile, he tilted his head ever so slightly. "It took me less time to come here than it will take you to make her cum, put it that way." The words, delivered with a blend of casualness and confidence, hung in the steamy air.
"Far? Yes and no," Dorian murmured, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned his head against the back of the tub, finding a comfortable spot to both relax and observe. "This world is not so terribly big when you get right down to it." With a knowing but predatory smile, he tilted his head ever so slightly. "It took me less time to come here than it will take you to make her cum, put it that way." The words, delivered with a blend of casualness and confidence, hung in the steamy air.
The high indifference some call fate
But we had names more intimate
But we had names more intimate
