dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
See? Dahlia's smile seems to say. Everything turned out alright in the end. Letting her hand drop from his lips to skate across the tattoos on the side of his neck and then down to his waist, she steps back away from him as if to admire him properly. "How could you not?" she echoes with a girlish scrunch of her nose. "I like you very much, Sunjata. I do hope you'll alleviate any fears people might have about me. I wouldn't want them to think the worst, you know?"
Stepping back, she smooths out her dress and glances between the barrels, before nodding at the first they'd tried together. "This one was my favourite. And in my unbiased opinion, they are worth marketing." Tipping him a wink, she glances around and prepares to take herself away from the Refuge. "Is there anything you need while I'm gone?"
Stepping back, she smooths out her dress and glances between the barrels, before nodding at the first they'd tried together. "This one was my favourite. And in my unbiased opinion, they are worth marketing." Tipping him a wink, she glances around and prepares to take herself away from the Refuge. "Is there anything you need while I'm gone?"
Let me see the heat get to it
