flora
"Who's to say it didn't arrive that way?" Flora teases, though they both knew that she would have checked whatever inventory had been delivered precisely to guard against such surprises—a little tip she'd picked up early on from Jack. Whatever it's worth, the queen was happy to cover from her own pocket, not feeling even a ripple of regret.
Groaning as she slips from the crate, her knees unhappy about the task of bearing her weight given how Jack had weakened them, Flora shoves the door closed before turning to face him. "Well originally it involved hanging out here until close and hoping by that point I was exhausted enough to fall asleep." Flora says with a light shrug as she reaches her arms up and into her dress before tugging it softly down over her curves. Where before it had been obvious enough through the thin fabric that she hadn't been wearing a bra, the removal of her underwear as well cast the garment in an entirely different light—one which would certainly earn more than a few looks if the pair remained within the bar. "You're terrible." She mutters, though the sheen of her thoughts is one of bright approval as his palm smoothes over her ass.
"Now I'm thinking about snagging a bottle of rum and maybe heading down toward the docks." To the Ark being the implication that Flora's mind hesitantly puts forward.
Groaning as she slips from the crate, her knees unhappy about the task of bearing her weight given how Jack had weakened them, Flora shoves the door closed before turning to face him. "Well originally it involved hanging out here until close and hoping by that point I was exhausted enough to fall asleep." Flora says with a light shrug as she reaches her arms up and into her dress before tugging it softly down over her curves. Where before it had been obvious enough through the thin fabric that she hadn't been wearing a bra, the removal of her underwear as well cast the garment in an entirely different light—one which would certainly earn more than a few looks if the pair remained within the bar. "You're terrible." She mutters, though the sheen of her thoughts is one of bright approval as his palm smoothes over her ass.
"Now I'm thinking about snagging a bottle of rum and maybe heading down toward the docks." To the Ark being the implication that Flora's mind hesitantly puts forward.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
