Flora
It probably doesn't need to be said, just how much effort it takes for the queen to remain sample size; not with the way Asta had already viewed her body from numerous angles by now, and the way his eyes drank her in not just as a man looks at a woman, but as a sculpture might look at a piece of marble, or an artist at his next muse. So instead Flora merely beams up at him
Oh Asta, you silly man, you know not what you say. "I will." Flora purrs, and gods but if the mere offer doesn't immediately fill her thoughts with images of the butcher on his knees, his lips between her thighs all under the pretense of helping to attach a garter or affixing some other small detail. It has the queen exhaling shakily to herself as she disappears behind the curtain.
The first outfit is just the sort of thing one might expect the queen to wear when meeting with someone like Dahlia. Moving to stand upon the circular pedestal right before Asta, the queen glances at her reflection over her shoulder in a small cove of mirrors. Covered from head to toe in a mermaid-fit gown of black silk that covered her entirely save for a necklace which plunged nearly to her belly button, the queen tugged her sleeves down before smoothing the gown around her hips. "I can barely walk." She admits with a roll of her eyes, taking an incredibly small step toward the butcher as evidence.
The gown made her ass look great, though.
Oh Asta, you silly man, you know not what you say. "I will." Flora purrs, and gods but if the mere offer doesn't immediately fill her thoughts with images of the butcher on his knees, his lips between her thighs all under the pretense of helping to attach a garter or affixing some other small detail. It has the queen exhaling shakily to herself as she disappears behind the curtain.
The first outfit is just the sort of thing one might expect the queen to wear when meeting with someone like Dahlia. Moving to stand upon the circular pedestal right before Asta, the queen glances at her reflection over her shoulder in a small cove of mirrors. Covered from head to toe in a mermaid-fit gown of black silk that covered her entirely save for a necklace which plunged nearly to her belly button, the queen tugged her sleeves down before smoothing the gown around her hips. "I can barely walk." She admits with a roll of her eyes, taking an incredibly small step toward the butcher as evidence.
The gown made her ass look great, though.
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
