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Flora's eyes widen in confirmation before her expression turns positively roguish. "Have you now?" The question might have seemed leading but for the teasing smile on the queen's lips or the way one of her carefully plucked eyebrows lifted with playful interest. Certainly it wasn't a healthy response to immediately wonder what it might take to make the butcher forget his manners, but gods if the sight of a man so carefully and politely put together didn't all but force images of him on his knees, shirt askew and fingers trembling.
Interpreting the butcher's gaze as being far from just friendly, Flora is no stranger to moving in subtle ways that her best assets might always remain on show: from a raise of her shoulder to emphasize her collarbones, an arch of her back to accentuate her breasts and the sculpted shape of her torso, to ensuring that the length of her legs was never compromised by how she was standing. While it was true that she'd made her first impression upon the butcher months before, first dates were the sorts of things that ought to be just as memorable, especially given how often they were retold on group dates or even at weddings.
Watching the butcher uncork the wine and pour it while silently assessing the way his hands went about their duties as a way of determining what else they might be capable of doing, Flora accepted the stem of her glass with a hum of thanks, before clinking it cheerfully against his own. "Time will tell." She purrs over the rum of her glass, her aqua eyes glinting with a touch of green in the warmth of the candlelight as she tilts her head back to take a sip.
"The heat's so nice, isn't it?" She moans decadently. "Really helps to loosen things up, you know?"
Interpreting the butcher's gaze as being far from just friendly, Flora is no stranger to moving in subtle ways that her best assets might always remain on show: from a raise of her shoulder to emphasize her collarbones, an arch of her back to accentuate her breasts and the sculpted shape of her torso, to ensuring that the length of her legs was never compromised by how she was standing. While it was true that she'd made her first impression upon the butcher months before, first dates were the sorts of things that ought to be just as memorable, especially given how often they were retold on group dates or even at weddings.
Watching the butcher uncork the wine and pour it while silently assessing the way his hands went about their duties as a way of determining what else they might be capable of doing, Flora accepted the stem of her glass with a hum of thanks, before clinking it cheerfully against his own. "Time will tell." She purrs over the rum of her glass, her aqua eyes glinting with a touch of green in the warmth of the candlelight as she tilts her head back to take a sip.
"The heat's so nice, isn't it?" She moans decadently. "Really helps to loosen things up, you know?"
