i'd wipe the dirt off your name with the shirt off my back
Flora lets out a bright, delighted laugh, entirely unbothered by the way Noe grabs her hand and pulls her toward the makeshift dance floor. Finally, a woman with some sense.
"Do I dance?" she repeats, her grin nothing short of wicked as she steps into the throng of bodies, the pulse of the music vibrating through the sand beneath her feet. "Babe, I own the Hanged Man. If I didn’t dance, I'd be a disgrace to my own bar."
With the confidence of someone who knows she looks damn good doing it, Flora rolls her hips to the beat, letting the music sink into her bones. The flickering bonfire light catches in her gold jewelry, her curls bouncing with each fluid movement as she finds the rhythm with an effortless sort of ease. The beat is infectious, the warmth of the night wrapping around them like a second skin, and Flora is thriving in it.
Tipping her head toward Noe, she smirks, voice carrying over the music. "You sure you can keep up?" she teases, reaching for Noe’s free hand, twining their fingers as she pulls her in close enough that they’re moving together, their bodies brushing with each shift in tempo. "Because I’d hate to outshine you on your first proper Torchline party."
"Do I dance?" she repeats, her grin nothing short of wicked as she steps into the throng of bodies, the pulse of the music vibrating through the sand beneath her feet. "Babe, I own the Hanged Man. If I didn’t dance, I'd be a disgrace to my own bar."
With the confidence of someone who knows she looks damn good doing it, Flora rolls her hips to the beat, letting the music sink into her bones. The flickering bonfire light catches in her gold jewelry, her curls bouncing with each fluid movement as she finds the rhythm with an effortless sort of ease. The beat is infectious, the warmth of the night wrapping around them like a second skin, and Flora is thriving in it.
Tipping her head toward Noe, she smirks, voice carrying over the music. "You sure you can keep up?" she teases, reaching for Noe’s free hand, twining their fingers as she pulls her in close enough that they’re moving together, their bodies brushing with each shift in tempo. "Because I’d hate to outshine you on your first proper Torchline party."
