they say I did something bad, so why's it feel so good?
"Sounds like a man who needs a very different kind of goddess, then." Charlie chirps, entirely unperturbed by Jack's efforts to bypass her proselytizing. Appearing before him again, her tail lashing playfully back and forth, the priestess tries to stop the captain's progress by placing a hand against his chest. "Well, just imagine that getting the mud had taken a bit longer." She invites as the sun-bright texture of her thoughts turns positively molten as she imagines walking Jack through her particular brand of worship.
Charlie's blue eyes dart to the jar as if debating heating the glass suddenly that the captain might drop it, or perhaps swatting it out of his hand with one of her shadows. Instead, she flutters her dark lashes up at him, her free hand tugging at her shirt slightly in order to better reveal the curves beneath. "Our brand of worship is very hands on." She explains, her eyes lowering toward his belt before lifting with a suggestive raise of one eyebrow. "I've dedicated my entire life to perfecting it, in fact."
Charlie's blue eyes dart to the jar as if debating heating the glass suddenly that the captain might drop it, or perhaps swatting it out of his hand with one of her shadows. Instead, she flutters her dark lashes up at him, her free hand tugging at her shirt slightly in order to better reveal the curves beneath. "Our brand of worship is very hands on." She explains, her eyes lowering toward his belt before lifting with a suggestive raise of one eyebrow. "I've dedicated my entire life to perfecting it, in fact."
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
