- You think that you're the man. I think, therefore, I am. -
A twinkle enters her eyes as she pops the last bit of her piece into her grinning mouth. "I figured it was the other way around." Because they wouldn't let someone run a brothel if they didn't already have an inclination to the scandalous and salacious desires, although she admittedly hasn't spent much time in the establishments, preferring to find her satisfaction from the unsuspecting. The curious tilt of her smile might suggest as much as she props her chin on her hand, watching Danta toss aside his fin.
Her head nods as she confirms his obvious assumption, the rustle of her dark hair catching some of the blood against her cheek. She lazily swipes a thumb over her cheek, her tongue running over the damp blood as she shrugs her shoulders. "For fun as well." Pulling away her hand to see if she'd gotten all the blood, she clasps her hands together with a rolling of her eyes. "Considering my penchant for curses, it wouldn't surprise me if that's next on the list."
Her head nods as she confirms his obvious assumption, the rustle of her dark hair catching some of the blood against her cheek. She lazily swipes a thumb over her cheek, her tongue running over the damp blood as she shrugs her shoulders. "For fun as well." Pulling away her hand to see if she'd gotten all the blood, she clasps her hands together with a rolling of her eyes. "Considering my penchant for curses, it wouldn't surprise me if that's next on the list."
Thalassa
- I'm not your friend or anything, damn -
