charlie
Charlie arches one perfect brow, the picture of unbothered amusement. "No need to be pouty, sugar," she chimes, voice carrying an almost lazy warmth. As for the bed, the priestess merely sighs. In a heartbeat, she’s simply there, stretched across the bed as if the entire room had been designed just for the image she makes. Lying on her stomach, ankles crossed above the perfect curve of her ass, blonde hair spilling in loose waves down her shoulders, she props herself up on her elbows with languid ease as her image is reflected back at her a thousand times over thanks to the mirrors on the ceiling.
Her gaze drifts over the bedding, smoothing one palm across the plush red surface before turning her head toward him. Blue eyes catch the firelight as they sweep over him, slow and deliberate, the faintest pout tugging at her crimson lips. "Y’know," she says, tone almost musing, "most artists who go out of their way to approach someone to draw them nude tend to actually enjoy their work." She lets the words linger, that last word dipping lower in pitch.
Her eyes rake over him again, not shy in the slightest. "But you," she murmurs, smile sharpening just enough to hint at the intellect beneath the sweetness, "you look like you’re hating every moment of this."
Her gaze drifts over the bedding, smoothing one palm across the plush red surface before turning her head toward him. Blue eyes catch the firelight as they sweep over him, slow and deliberate, the faintest pout tugging at her crimson lips. "Y’know," she says, tone almost musing, "most artists who go out of their way to approach someone to draw them nude tend to actually enjoy their work." She lets the words linger, that last word dipping lower in pitch.
Her eyes rake over him again, not shy in the slightest. "But you," she murmurs, smile sharpening just enough to hint at the intellect beneath the sweetness, "you look like you’re hating every moment of this."
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.
