you look like my next mistake
"Yes Jack?" Flora sings, her expression entirely innocent despite the wicked slant of her thoughts. His warning does little to silence her mind, though; if anything it was the Doubletake's second and third moments of considering just stopping and asking him to fuck her right there in the snow that had her slowing things down.
Once inside, it's Flora's turn to have to feign a conversation, and while she can't say she's any better at it than Jack would have been, she's able to flash the worker a smile before she's handed a key. Shall I tell your mother that you're here? He asks with a warm smile. "She has a charm that tracks where I am, so no need." The Dobletake answers breezily, even as Jack's fingers paw at her breast and he fits her hips against his own. Fire flares in Flora's belly, and though she has a smile plastered on her lips for the attendant's benefit, a moan slips through just the same. Given where they are, the attendant merely smirks knowingly and nods towards the bar area as he hears the word whiskey, before turning back to his duties.
"Come along." She purrs, growing all the more confident seemingly in direct proportion to the roughness of the captain's hands and the edge in his voice. Shimmying herself out of her coat to reveal a cream-coloured sweater and tight black jeans, Flora chooses a booth in the corner. All were vaguely U-shaped with thick velvet curtains that could be released to close off the booth for privacy, making each appear like its own little unit even when all the curtains were drawn back.
Once inside, it's Flora's turn to have to feign a conversation, and while she can't say she's any better at it than Jack would have been, she's able to flash the worker a smile before she's handed a key. Shall I tell your mother that you're here? He asks with a warm smile. "She has a charm that tracks where I am, so no need." The Dobletake answers breezily, even as Jack's fingers paw at her breast and he fits her hips against his own. Fire flares in Flora's belly, and though she has a smile plastered on her lips for the attendant's benefit, a moan slips through just the same. Given where they are, the attendant merely smirks knowingly and nods towards the bar area as he hears the word whiskey, before turning back to his duties.
"Come along." She purrs, growing all the more confident seemingly in direct proportion to the roughness of the captain's hands and the edge in his voice. Shimmying herself out of her coat to reveal a cream-coloured sweater and tight black jeans, Flora chooses a booth in the corner. All were vaguely U-shaped with thick velvet curtains that could be released to close off the booth for privacy, making each appear like its own little unit even when all the curtains were drawn back.
