"What isn't to love about it?" Dahlia asks breathily, her face upturned to the winking sky above even as her fingers plunge into the beautifully soft silk, staining them slightly pink from the cherry juice. Letting her bare toes graze the plush carpet, eventually she's drawn from the nebulas overhead to the twilit silhouette of the master of the house. "That's very kind of you," she murmurs, glancing down at the clothes and selecting a nightgown to wear.
Rising to her feet - an action which brings her only inches away from Sunjata, she promptly draws her dress over her head, letting it pool at her feet and leaving her curves bare to the starlight. "What would this room be if you had decided to step inside first?" she wonders. "Who would I be?"
Rising to her feet - an action which brings her only inches away from Sunjata, she promptly draws her dress over her head, letting it pool at her feet and leaving her curves bare to the starlight. "What would this room be if you had decided to step inside first?" she wonders. "Who would I be?"
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
