she's the kinda song you could play over and over
"Just sounds like someone is getting needy in his old age." Flora teases, glancing at the captain over the top of the magazine that she's been flipping through. Having opted for champagne instead of whiskey—you see Jack? There are perks to buying clothes from boutiques like this one rather than out of crates or wherever he'd done his shopping before Flora—the Doubletake crosses one leg over the other, fully aware of how high up her thigh Jack would be able to see given the various mirrors surrounding him and the length of dress she'd chosen to wear that morning.
Glancing at the tailor as he approaches, Flora goes back to pretending to be interested in her magazine. I'm surprised he's even willing to use the hide you brought in given how old it is. She thinks, reaching for her flute and letting the champagne sparkle across her tongue before swallowing.
"I wonder if I'd look good in something like that. Not a coat, but...something form-fitting."
Glancing at the tailor as he approaches, Flora goes back to pretending to be interested in her magazine. I'm surprised he's even willing to use the hide you brought in given how old it is. She thinks, reaching for her flute and letting the champagne sparkle across her tongue before swallowing.
"I wonder if I'd look good in something like that. Not a coat, but...something form-fitting."
