she's the kinda song you could play over and over
"If you get to use it as an excuse, then so do I." Flora hums cheerfully in response, grinning at Jack's reflection and finding something utterly satisfying in the way the captain was so easily manipulated by the tailor's quick and sure movements.
Chuckling under his breath as he goes about his work, Jack will feel nothing but smug amusement from the tailor's thoughts. Privy to most of Torchline's drama without being directly involved in any of it, what shade he's heard about their shore's new power couple hardly has him concerned. Flora has long since been one of his best customers, and if she's going to bring in a new customer for him, who is he to complain? Though she'd tried to fuck the last one she'd brought in with her in one of his dressing rooms, the man had bought a number of very expensive items which more than made up for whatever inconvenience the queen was inclined to cause.
"Not sure anyone could argue with that." He mumbles under his breath before scribbling something down on a notepad produced from his pocket.
Affectionately rolling her eyes at them both despite clearly approving of their flattery, Flora sets down her magazine in order to properly consider. "Sure. Maybe with one of those big dramatic zippers down the front to make it easier to get in and out of." Innocently enough said, her thoughts are immediately filled with Jack's hands corsetting around the tight leather sculpted around her body, his clever fingers tugging at the zipper to reveal nothing but golden skin below.
Chuckling under his breath as he goes about his work, Jack will feel nothing but smug amusement from the tailor's thoughts. Privy to most of Torchline's drama without being directly involved in any of it, what shade he's heard about their shore's new power couple hardly has him concerned. Flora has long since been one of his best customers, and if she's going to bring in a new customer for him, who is he to complain? Though she'd tried to fuck the last one she'd brought in with her in one of his dressing rooms, the man had bought a number of very expensive items which more than made up for whatever inconvenience the queen was inclined to cause.
"Not sure anyone could argue with that." He mumbles under his breath before scribbling something down on a notepad produced from his pocket.
Affectionately rolling her eyes at them both despite clearly approving of their flattery, Flora sets down her magazine in order to properly consider. "Sure. Maybe with one of those big dramatic zippers down the front to make it easier to get in and out of." Innocently enough said, her thoughts are immediately filled with Jack's hands corsetting around the tight leather sculpted around her body, his clever fingers tugging at the zipper to reveal nothing but golden skin below.
