charlie
Charlie watches the butcher saw at the arm, making no attempt to help him. There was some primal in the act; if Asta wanted it, he needed to be able to take it, not that Charlie thought there was ever any risk of him failing to do just that. Besides, she always enjoyed watching someone else exercise skills that were so finely honed.
"What about all those skyships? Surely they must...crash every now and then...?" She flicks her tail. "We used to pay local guilds to organize hunting parties. They would offer prizes so that they'd get a good turn around, but importantly, a vast turnout." Charlie explains. Sucking on her lower lip to remove some of the blood, she takes a small bite of muscle before continuing. "Some of them would go missing, but of course, hunting can be so dangerous." She continues, nodding solemnly despite the twinkle of mischief in her blue stare. "The winners would receive large chunks of raw gemstones, and we...well, we would have fun." Whether such a thing would even be possible in Caido's current day and age, the priestess didn't know. Then again, she couldn't imagine that things had changed so much that lives couldn't be bought for the right price.
"Mmmm, we love fashion with purpose." Charlie purrs, eyeing the butcher and wondering what other methods of torture and delight he might presently have hidden on his person. "Even on heels?" The priestess wonders, glancing down at her own foot. It would be a small area to work with, but if the cobbler was as good as Asta said, surely they could figure something out.
"What about all those skyships? Surely they must...crash every now and then...?" She flicks her tail. "We used to pay local guilds to organize hunting parties. They would offer prizes so that they'd get a good turn around, but importantly, a vast turnout." Charlie explains. Sucking on her lower lip to remove some of the blood, she takes a small bite of muscle before continuing. "Some of them would go missing, but of course, hunting can be so dangerous." She continues, nodding solemnly despite the twinkle of mischief in her blue stare. "The winners would receive large chunks of raw gemstones, and we...well, we would have fun." Whether such a thing would even be possible in Caido's current day and age, the priestess didn't know. Then again, she couldn't imagine that things had changed so much that lives couldn't be bought for the right price.
"Mmmm, we love fashion with purpose." Charlie purrs, eyeing the butcher and wondering what other methods of torture and delight he might presently have hidden on his person. "Even on heels?" The priestess wonders, glancing down at her own foot. It would be a small area to work with, but if the cobbler was as good as Asta said, surely they could figure something out.
Walked in and dream came trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
