Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
Thal notices the shift in his smile, the way he seems to ease with the joke. It's a pleasant change that makes her own grin soften. At least his humor has survived his injuries. Eyes twinkling, she shrugs her shoulders. "Hmmm... then we'll have tho leth them imathine." And being in a brothel, she has no doubt that the patrons have quite the imaginations. So as she follows Asta out of the main bar, she sways her hips seductively, shooting a few men flirtatious winks. Let them wonder.
The back rooms aren't really what she would have expected, at least not in comparison to the rest of the Dusklight; but Thal supposes this is the 'business' side of things. It's expected to be more composed and welcoming. She actually doesn't mind it, enjoying the quieter atmosphere that loosens the feeling of being watched. And as Asta flares the flames and lights the sconces, she appreciates the warmth that fights against the Deepfrost weather just outside. She settles into the chair with the comfort and confidence of her title, feet dangling over its side to show off the heeled leather boots that lace to her upper calves. Her arm drapes over the other side as she waits for Asta to offer her a glass of the delicious looking liquid. In the meantime, she takes in his office, not hesitating to answer his question. "It'th thtill againtht the tip of my teeth, but it thlipth through." Like trying to hold wet soap tightly in her hands, the harder she tries, the more it slips out of her grasp.
She can already feel some of the words improving with the practice, gaining a semblance of their original intensity. Hopefully, between the two of them, she can kick this issue to the curb before many others find out.
The back rooms aren't really what she would have expected, at least not in comparison to the rest of the Dusklight; but Thal supposes this is the 'business' side of things. It's expected to be more composed and welcoming. She actually doesn't mind it, enjoying the quieter atmosphere that loosens the feeling of being watched. And as Asta flares the flames and lights the sconces, she appreciates the warmth that fights against the Deepfrost weather just outside. She settles into the chair with the comfort and confidence of her title, feet dangling over its side to show off the heeled leather boots that lace to her upper calves. Her arm drapes over the other side as she waits for Asta to offer her a glass of the delicious looking liquid. In the meantime, she takes in his office, not hesitating to answer his question. "It'th thtill againtht the tip of my teeth, but it thlipth through." Like trying to hold wet soap tightly in her hands, the harder she tries, the more it slips out of her grasp.
She can already feel some of the words improving with the practice, gaining a semblance of their original intensity. Hopefully, between the two of them, she can kick this issue to the curb before many others find out.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
