i'll rig the game for you

Mateo

"Molly's does offer a wonderful massage," Mateo fires back with a beaming smile. "And they will fuck you to sleep as a bonus. Even if there are no legitimate sailors there, I bet we could have somebody put on an outfit for you." Already the (sleazy) cogs in his mind are starting to turn, and its with a wicked look in his eyes that he angles them out to sail the clear skies at a leisurely pace. It's one that will give other ships ample time to see them coming - and get the fuck out of their way - and offer Flora a chance to take in the view should she want to.

"That is a dangerous thing you just did," he purrs as she reels off her flyer description. "Now I know what you are looking for, I can go and find it for you. Should have kept that to yourself, sorellina." Hells, if Mateo had known that Flora had just essentially described Bassian, he'd have already been sending a raven.

Puffing out his chest, his shawl billowing around his shoulders as she affirms that they are the best, in Mateo's eyes at least, Flora will find no complaints at all. And when it comes to the wig, he offers her a fiendish, dimpled grin. "Stay tonight and I will wear it. We can go out," he offers. "I still have it somewhere in the cabin. But you must promise to let me also fuck a sailor, if the offer comes along."

i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am