flora
Laughing, the sound fluttery and a touch too bright for the crimson flush on Flora's cheeks, nevertheless the queen nods. Pulling at the tab of wax to free the lid, she uncorks the rum. Of the offered goblets—the majority were predictably breast or penis-shaped—Flora opted for one that looked like an anatomical heart and one resembling a skull, filling them both nearly to the brim. "Cheers?" Crinkling her nose again, Flora carefully knocks the heart against the skull before slurping at it until she can sip normally.
Watching him slyly out of the corner of her eye like some skiddish mare who's vaguely spooked but also curious, Flora chuckles under her breath and nods. "Yeah but unfortunately you're the kind of man who can only be tricked by the same thing once." She huffs, combing her fingers back through her curls and taking another (large) sip of rum. The various whips don't have her thoughts frosting over at all, though none of the damage or trauma the Doubletake had ever sustained in her life had ever resulted from any sort of beating. "Is this where you tell me I've been a bad girl?" She teases, sauntering over, her mind presently more filled with laughter than arousal.
Watching him slyly out of the corner of her eye like some skiddish mare who's vaguely spooked but also curious, Flora chuckles under her breath and nods. "Yeah but unfortunately you're the kind of man who can only be tricked by the same thing once." She huffs, combing her fingers back through her curls and taking another (large) sip of rum. The various whips don't have her thoughts frosting over at all, though none of the damage or trauma the Doubletake had ever sustained in her life had ever resulted from any sort of beating. "Is this where you tell me I've been a bad girl?" She teases, sauntering over, her mind presently more filled with laughter than arousal.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
