Thought by now maybe I woulda learned my lesson
"Are you offering demonstrations?" she asks with a laugh edged with nervousness. As fond as she is of Thorn, she doesn't really have any desire to get quite so intimate with him. If he doesn't mean to display it so actively, then she can't imagine how it'd be any different from his boxes of delights currently in hand, some of which are inspiring questions she isn't sure she wants the answer to. Not that she hasn't explored certain things, but while he's an avid adventurer, she has been content to stick to some of the more well charted paths. Who knows though, the right night, with enough laughter and tequila, she just might watch him model all his favorite oddities for the sake of curiosity if nothing else.
She absolutely knows he would too, demonstrate. As confident as Colt is in most things, Thorn is assuredly moreso in almost every way. She might only have him beat in an actual saddle, and even then he could get by as well enough as the next greenhorn.
"Bad people," she mouths under her breath with a lifted 'brow. She casts him a quizzical look, but he's busy wreathing the shrine in bondage like it's Christmas in the House of Midnight, so she let's it go.
Crouching back beside the boxes, Smooches licks the back of her arm while she searches for something else. "What if I did?" she retorts, tipping her head back and glancing at him upside down for a second. Her fingers wrap around a strip of anal beads which she desperately hopes are brand new. "He took me to the Greatwood—you ever been this time of year? It's fucking beautiful Thorn, just a sea of red and gold as far as the eye can see." She holds them up towards him in clear question of confirmation before rising to her feet. "We were supposed to go to dinner and dance, but..." her story trails off as she leans to affix the strand alongside one of the windchimes. "He reserved the observatory for us too, for stargazing. Have you ever heard anything so damn romantic?" She sighs wistfully, tapping the beads until they swing and move with the windchime.
She absolutely knows he would too, demonstrate. As confident as Colt is in most things, Thorn is assuredly moreso in almost every way. She might only have him beat in an actual saddle, and even then he could get by as well enough as the next greenhorn.
"Bad people," she mouths under her breath with a lifted 'brow. She casts him a quizzical look, but he's busy wreathing the shrine in bondage like it's Christmas in the House of Midnight, so she let's it go.
Crouching back beside the boxes, Smooches licks the back of her arm while she searches for something else. "What if I did?" she retorts, tipping her head back and glancing at him upside down for a second. Her fingers wrap around a strip of anal beads which she desperately hopes are brand new. "He took me to the Greatwood—you ever been this time of year? It's fucking beautiful Thorn, just a sea of red and gold as far as the eye can see." She holds them up towards him in clear question of confirmation before rising to her feet. "We were supposed to go to dinner and dance, but..." her story trails off as she leans to affix the strand alongside one of the windchimes. "He reserved the observatory for us too, for stargazing. Have you ever heard anything so damn romantic?" She sighs wistfully, tapping the beads until they swing and move with the windchime.
Colt
The grip you got on me is really quite impressive
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
