charlie
Charlie inclines her head with a flash of pointed teeth, every inch the chaos priestess—petite, but radiant with something wild and sure. “That’s right—chaos and entropy,” she purrs, tone teasing but not careless, “the only domains worth worshipping, if you ask me.” Her gaze sharpens, curious beneath the sparkle. " Do you know much about Dygra? You should. She’s really the best."
When Kaisel's hand pries at her arm, Charlie studies him with frank amusement, not at all bothered by the rebuff—if anything, she seems to enjoy the boundaries he tries to set. "If you’re taken, you’re a brave man, wandering in here and asking to see me naked," she observes, her fingers releasing him with an easy shrug. "But don’t worry—my touch only burns for those who want it too." She lets fire bloom at her fingertips, a little flourish, but not just for show, a subtle demonstration of what she is.
As Kaisel calls out the colour scheme, Charlie laughs, low and bright. "Red’s Dygra’s favourite. Birth, blood, lust, endings—all the best bits of living," she explains, raising her glass before taking a sip. "Everything I do is an act of worship for Dygra," she adds. "Especially what's done in here. No reason for the room not to look the part, especially for those seeking a crash course in what it's like to be an ancient."
And when he gestures at the bed, she doesn’t pout or preen, but fixes him with a sidelong look, smile curling with sly mischief. Tutting under her breath, Charlie wrinkles her nose. "I think you're forgetting something." She flicks her tail, arching a brow before glancing down at the dress she's still wearing. "You asked me to pose, not to do all the work for you."
When Kaisel's hand pries at her arm, Charlie studies him with frank amusement, not at all bothered by the rebuff—if anything, she seems to enjoy the boundaries he tries to set. "If you’re taken, you’re a brave man, wandering in here and asking to see me naked," she observes, her fingers releasing him with an easy shrug. "But don’t worry—my touch only burns for those who want it too." She lets fire bloom at her fingertips, a little flourish, but not just for show, a subtle demonstration of what she is.
As Kaisel calls out the colour scheme, Charlie laughs, low and bright. "Red’s Dygra’s favourite. Birth, blood, lust, endings—all the best bits of living," she explains, raising her glass before taking a sip. "Everything I do is an act of worship for Dygra," she adds. "Especially what's done in here. No reason for the room not to look the part, especially for those seeking a crash course in what it's like to be an ancient."
And when he gestures at the bed, she doesn’t pout or preen, but fixes him with a sidelong look, smile curling with sly mischief. Tutting under her breath, Charlie wrinkles her nose. "I think you're forgetting something." She flicks her tail, arching a brow before glancing down at the dress she's still wearing. "You asked me to pose, not to do all the work for you."
oh I like my boys playin' hard to get
and I like my men all incompetent
and I like my men all incompetent
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
