all the good girls go to hell

Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house

Flora grins, slow and satisfied, like someone who’s just finished setting the final piece on a very complicated, very expensive gameboard. "Good," she says, voice a smooth purr edged in steel. Without breaking eye contact, she extends her hand across the bar for Thal to take, not just as a formality but as something heavier—like a dare, or a pact. The kind of thing that, in Torchline, meant something.

Once Thal’s hand is in hers, Flora’s rings cool and solid against calloused skin, she gives it a single, decisive shake before tipping her chin toward the side door. "Come on then. Time to see where all the lost things end up."

~FIN

flora

I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back

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