charlie
Charlie’s grin turns slow and pleased as she watches Kaisel take in the space, clearly interpreting his hesitation as reverence. Whether she doesn’t notice the flicker of overwhelm or simply decides to file it under acceptable reactions to divine décor, she lets it stand. "Good," she murmurs, tail giving an idle flick across the plush carpet. “"A shrine should make you feel something, you know? Especially one for Dygra."
When he steps back toward her, she tilts her head up, lashes lowering just enough to turn her smile into something more inviting. She stands easily in his space, letting him touch without needing to guide him, only the faintest arch of one brow when his fingers sweep her hair aside so it won’t catch. "Mmm, a gentleman," she teases softly.
The clip at her nape comes free with a metallic click, and the zipper follows in a smooth line down her spine. Warm air from the fire slips in through the widening gap, carrying the scent of her skin. It doesn’t take long for him to discover the absence of anything beneath—no straps, no lace, just pale, soft skin revealed in slow measure. She is not bronzed like the other blondes he associates with, her complexion a cooler shade that makes the rich red of her dress and the fire’s glow even more striking. Despite her small frame, the curve of her back gives way to a figure that’s nothing if not generous.
Her tail curls lazily around his calf again, the gesture unhurried, almost absent-minded, though the sharp glint in her eyes makes it clear nothing about her is ever accidental. "See?" she says, voice warm and low. "Was that so hard?"
When he steps back toward her, she tilts her head up, lashes lowering just enough to turn her smile into something more inviting. She stands easily in his space, letting him touch without needing to guide him, only the faintest arch of one brow when his fingers sweep her hair aside so it won’t catch. "Mmm, a gentleman," she teases softly.
The clip at her nape comes free with a metallic click, and the zipper follows in a smooth line down her spine. Warm air from the fire slips in through the widening gap, carrying the scent of her skin. It doesn’t take long for him to discover the absence of anything beneath—no straps, no lace, just pale, soft skin revealed in slow measure. She is not bronzed like the other blondes he associates with, her complexion a cooler shade that makes the rich red of her dress and the fire’s glow even more striking. Despite her small frame, the curve of her back gives way to a figure that’s nothing if not generous.
Her tail curls lazily around his calf again, the gesture unhurried, almost absent-minded, though the sharp glint in her eyes makes it clear nothing about her is ever accidental. "See?" she says, voice warm and low. "Was that so hard?"
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.
