dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
"Are you saying I need to poke and prod you to get you to admit that you're one of Caido's finest?" Dahlia asks with a raise of her eyebrows, tapping her heel back against the barrel even as Sunjata retrieves her glass and moves to the next one along. "And I can certainly see that. Which one is your favourite hat?" she wants to know, all the while admiring the stretch of his body as he leans across her.
Bittersweet might be the connotation behind the next drink, but as Dahlia smells and samples it, her nose scrunches somewhat. "You say that, but it's a little too sweet for me," she informs him, overpowered by the caramel notes. "It's very... tropical, though, I'll give you that."
Bittersweet might be the connotation behind the next drink, but as Dahlia smells and samples it, her nose scrunches somewhat. "You say that, but it's a little too sweet for me," she informs him, overpowered by the caramel notes. "It's very... tropical, though, I'll give you that."
Let me see the heat get to it
