And it burns like a gin and I like it,
Thal leans into his every touch like it's another hit of an addictive drug, like one more touch might be 'enough,' even as she knows deep down that it'll never be enough. There's no tiring of him. There's no forgetting him. There are no lengths she wouldn't go to just to do it all over again. Perhaps that should scare her, should give her some hint at the violet shift in her allegiance, but she doesn't care when her limbs are wrapped around him like this, their pleasure thick in the air of the occupied bar.
The rest of the world only comes back to her as he pulls away, giving her room to finally catch her breath as she lowers to the ground. She lets every brush of her fingers trail and find excuses to brush against him as she gathers her clothes, only choosing to put on the blouse that hangs scandalously just over her ass. "Taking me home already, hm?" There's a proud edge to her eyes, a sharpness to her grin before she tucks herself comfortably under his arm, her hand reaching up to twine her fingers in his. There's no embarrassment as she shoots the bartender a wink, her tail flicking in a rhythm reminiscent of their show as it disappears out the door.
The rest of the world only comes back to her as he pulls away, giving her room to finally catch her breath as she lowers to the ground. She lets every brush of her fingers trail and find excuses to brush against him as she gathers her clothes, only choosing to put on the blouse that hangs scandalously just over her ass. "Taking me home already, hm?" There's a proud edge to her eyes, a sharpness to her grin before she tucks herself comfortably under his arm, her hand reaching up to twine her fingers in his. There's no embarrassment as she shoots the bartender a wink, her tail flicking in a rhythm reminiscent of their show as it disappears out the door.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
