Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
He certainly doesn’t know the implications of what he says, nor will he realize immediately in his efforts to help and guide and offer (in his opinion) expert advice on the matter of clothing, he waits in a picture perfect vision of comfortability until Flora steps back out from behind the curtain. Gone is the white flowing dress adorned with colorful flowers. In its place, a sharp and ebony cut of a dress that clings to each and every curve Flora has to offer as she steps into the pedestal and looks to him in the mirror. He’s already moving, though, leaving the cane beside the chair as he stands.
Honey dark eyes take in the silk that’s perfectly smooth as it curves around her ass, trapping her thighs within the mermaid cut, the deep V that drops to her belly button – and having seen Flora with nothing on, he knows that there’s very little left to the imagination with how it clings and hugs to her frame. “You look so fierce, darling.” He starts to say, joining her up on the pedestal, warm hands reaching to turn her back so that she might look in the cove of mirrors again.
She’ll see him right behind her, inspecting both from where he can see and through the reflection, before he moves to stand somewhat off to the side, bending into her space enough to calculatingly move his fingertips up along her thigh before stopping at a space relatively high enough. “If you had the leg cut up to here, you would be able to walk easier. And it would still harbor enough of the form to cling to your waist and your hips.” The suggestion is easily offered, flashing her a sharp grin through the mirror. “Though you already cut quite a severe figure, my dear, I do think that you should look for something equally as stunning as it is moveable. Just in case.” A wink accompanies the suggestion, though the butcher doesn't move out of Flora's space just yet.
Honey dark eyes take in the silk that’s perfectly smooth as it curves around her ass, trapping her thighs within the mermaid cut, the deep V that drops to her belly button – and having seen Flora with nothing on, he knows that there’s very little left to the imagination with how it clings and hugs to her frame. “You look so fierce, darling.” He starts to say, joining her up on the pedestal, warm hands reaching to turn her back so that she might look in the cove of mirrors again.
She’ll see him right behind her, inspecting both from where he can see and through the reflection, before he moves to stand somewhat off to the side, bending into her space enough to calculatingly move his fingertips up along her thigh before stopping at a space relatively high enough. “If you had the leg cut up to here, you would be able to walk easier. And it would still harbor enough of the form to cling to your waist and your hips.” The suggestion is easily offered, flashing her a sharp grin through the mirror. “Though you already cut quite a severe figure, my dear, I do think that you should look for something equally as stunning as it is moveable. Just in case.” A wink accompanies the suggestion, though the butcher doesn't move out of Flora's space just yet.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
