you look like my next mistake
Flora’s brows arch, slow and interested, the way a cat might perk up at the rustle of something worth pouncing on. If he’s offering a trick, well—she’s always had a weakness for sleight of hand and the promise of hidden aces. Tilting her head, she flashes a slow, feline smile. "Please can I see a sneak peek, Ace?" she purrs, dragging his name out like silk across bare skin, full of salacious promise and absolutely no sincerity.
When he steps in to tighten her harness, the jostle he gives her earns an exaggerated sway of her hips, like she’s humouring the motion more than resisting it. And then he’s over the rail, descending with that easy, self-satisfied swagger. At his parting line—you haven’t seen all of me yet—she snickers under her breath. "Is that really your closer? No way you thought that'd work on me."
She gives the rope one last tug for tension, then steps up onto the rail. Flora’s descent is just as polished, though deliberately slower, her movements less hurried than his and more calculated in their grace. She doesn’t need to aim, not really—but she does anyway. Her feet land squarely in front of him, close enough to steal his space without touching it, so long as he hadn't moved. With a grin, the queen unhooks herself, letting the rope fall away from her waist to pool around her feet for later use.
"Alright, shall we get what we came here for..?"
When he steps in to tighten her harness, the jostle he gives her earns an exaggerated sway of her hips, like she’s humouring the motion more than resisting it. And then he’s over the rail, descending with that easy, self-satisfied swagger. At his parting line—you haven’t seen all of me yet—she snickers under her breath. "Is that really your closer? No way you thought that'd work on me."
She gives the rope one last tug for tension, then steps up onto the rail. Flora’s descent is just as polished, though deliberately slower, her movements less hurried than his and more calculated in their grace. She doesn’t need to aim, not really—but she does anyway. Her feet land squarely in front of him, close enough to steal his space without touching it, so long as he hadn't moved. With a grin, the queen unhooks herself, letting the rope fall away from her waist to pool around her feet for later use.
"Alright, shall we get what we came here for..?"
