they say I did something bad, so why's it feel so good?
Not minding at all the way the captain's eyes take her in, Charlie stands motionless save for the flick of her tail, continuing to grin up at him. "Not at all! If you can get it off, that is. I've been trying for about an hour now with no luck." Squelching her way near, the mud sliding up her calves and thighs as if meaning to devour her whole, the priestess stretches her arms out and lifts her chin for Jack to take or touch as much as he pleases. There's mud all across her shoulders and cheeks, smeared across her stomach and hips where she'd tried to pry it off and it had simply slorped back. Only her horns and tail were free of it, and that was only by happenstance
"I'm Charlie, by the way." She purrs chipperly, raising her eyebrows until they disappear beneath the mud-tangled line of her bangs. "I don't think I've seen you around before, are you knew?" Then, with a gasp that turns the blistering sun-bright expanse of her thoughts into something practically ultraviolet, Charlie's lips part. "Are you here for Dygra???"
"I'm Charlie, by the way." She purrs chipperly, raising her eyebrows until they disappear beneath the mud-tangled line of her bangs. "I don't think I've seen you around before, are you knew?" Then, with a gasp that turns the blistering sun-bright expanse of her thoughts into something practically ultraviolet, Charlie's lips part. "Are you here for Dygra???"
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
