champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Luckily for Charlie, Mateo is a material man only insofar that he likes his own things - whatever the priestess is wearing is more than suitable in his opinion, and could only be improved upon if she were wearing less of it. Momentarily distracted by the snapdragon flooding through his veins and the hands of the tall, dark haired man he'd received it from, by the time he glances back around for Charlie, he momentarily believes she's gone.
Fortuitously, she's only hidden behind a mane of red hair and a pair of very, very fine tits, and as the pair (of women, thank you) turn to glance at him, his eyes positively light up to see the tassels in full swing - and bounce, and jiggle, thank you. "Bellissima," he hisses his approval, stepping in closer that he might marvel at the redhead in a more tactile way, and though his hands sample the generous curve of her breasts, his eyes remain on Charlie the whole while as if to ask for her input this time.
Fortuitously, she's only hidden behind a mane of red hair and a pair of very, very fine tits, and as the pair (of women, thank you) turn to glance at him, his eyes positively light up to see the tassels in full swing - and bounce, and jiggle, thank you. "Bellissima," he hisses his approval, stepping in closer that he might marvel at the redhead in a more tactile way, and though his hands sample the generous curve of her breasts, his eyes remain on Charlie the whole while as if to ask for her input this time.
