Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
When she relents her hold on him, it's enough to give him room to breathe, after tumbling through the rip current that is meeting Charlie, the priestess. This fact overshadows the reality that he'd gotten her figured all wrong, because even if she isn't employed here, why the fuck isn't she? "A priestess?" he repeats, suspicion giving him some footing among her heat, not that it should be surprising that someone like her would be the sort to bend the truth. Seems she'd bend whatever she could.
"Is that like," he leans in a little bit closer, which is dangerous around her, but he'd certainly not be the one to blow her cover. He drops his voice with the secrecy of it all. "Your stage name?" Every other priestess he'd ever met dressed, well, entirely opposite of this.
Leaning back, a safety procedure around her, he can't hold back the grin as she accepts. He might be getting in over his head in her company, but he absolutely doesn't have the stones to both walk away and try asking someone else. He needs this done, tonight, and as long as her tail stays safely across her lap, he thinks he can manage. "Perfect," he beams, "although the sinking of a boat sounds marginally ominous..." Unless she's intending for them to play battleship, which he would normally be so down for, just not tonight. Unless, is the implication that his dick is a ship and he'd be sinking into her... ocean? That sounds more like a submarine innuendo, unless the whole point is she'd wreck him. "Doesn't matter," he waves off, "no boats are getting involved." Drawing a nude woman is certainly not what floats his boat, and there'd be no sinking of ships, not on game boards or otherwise.
He laughs at the title she drizzles over him, his blush creeping back in at the thought of doing it out here. "Gods no," he says quickly. Not that anyone would mind here, of all places. "Can't have anyone watching the process, yanno?" The last thing he needs is lookie-lous hanging over his shoulder trying to critique him while he attempts to conjure anything that would remotely resemble Charlie on the page. That and a spectacle seems like it'd invite more of a circus, when she's an act all on her own. That said, he hadn't really considered the next steps too well, so when she offers her room, a big room giving him all the more distance from her reach, he pounces on that. "Your room would be awesome! Lead the way, your holiness."
"Is that like," he leans in a little bit closer, which is dangerous around her, but he'd certainly not be the one to blow her cover. He drops his voice with the secrecy of it all. "Your stage name?" Every other priestess he'd ever met dressed, well, entirely opposite of this.
Leaning back, a safety procedure around her, he can't hold back the grin as she accepts. He might be getting in over his head in her company, but he absolutely doesn't have the stones to both walk away and try asking someone else. He needs this done, tonight, and as long as her tail stays safely across her lap, he thinks he can manage. "Perfect," he beams, "although the sinking of a boat sounds marginally ominous..." Unless she's intending for them to play battleship, which he would normally be so down for, just not tonight. Unless, is the implication that his dick is a ship and he'd be sinking into her... ocean? That sounds more like a submarine innuendo, unless the whole point is she'd wreck him. "Doesn't matter," he waves off, "no boats are getting involved." Drawing a nude woman is certainly not what floats his boat, and there'd be no sinking of ships, not on game boards or otherwise.
He laughs at the title she drizzles over him, his blush creeping back in at the thought of doing it out here. "Gods no," he says quickly. Not that anyone would mind here, of all places. "Can't have anyone watching the process, yanno?" The last thing he needs is lookie-lous hanging over his shoulder trying to critique him while he attempts to conjure anything that would remotely resemble Charlie on the page. That and a spectacle seems like it'd invite more of a circus, when she's an act all on her own. That said, he hadn't really considered the next steps too well, so when she offers her room, a big room giving him all the more distance from her reach, he pounces on that. "Your room would be awesome! Lead the way, your holiness."
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
