[PQ] [RQ] don't take time to sew the stitches

I can't relate to  d e s p e r a t i o n

Meeting Asta's gaze, however much some might be inclined to shrink beneath the weight of his honeyed stare, Charlie practically vibrates with delight as his gaze pins her. Even if all the Butcher had intended was for a bit of pampering the priestess would have understood the gesture for what it was—polite and charismatic though he was, she knew that there were few places the butcher allowed himself to properly let his hair down, his den with Danta certainly being one of those places—such that she'd treasure the time spent with him even if all she was doing was pushing back his cuticles. To even think about doing more had a flush of colour drowning out the blush Charlie had applied to the apples of her cheeks.

"I bet we could have some fun in here, too." She comments casually, blue eyes flitting to Danta and then back to Asta with a toothy grin, before setting her attention on the crate of alcohol.

"So once this is all said and done...this room will always be fully stocked, right?" No matter what was drunk, spilled, or smashed, when the door was closed and re-opened, all would be just as it was now. Whistling under her breath as she dart!ed about the room, Charlie made sure to place some of the bottles in locations that would clearly cause the glass baubles to smash on the floor when they were taken, while others she paired with various instruments of torture pleasure fun that she thought they'd pair well with.

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