COLT
Colt's next hand also doesn't win her the maintenance of any layers, so she kicks off her other boot, others at the table doing the same. As Soh leans in though, Colt does the same, ear tipping towards the quiet words. A short, huff of a laugh eases past her lips, a soft shake of her head given to the Luminary. She uses that moment to fully appraise her though, gaze dipping beneath the table as she leans back a touch, a low swear passing between her teeth when she sees Soh's barefoot. Should have given her a boot too, fuck.
Her head lifts, attention shifting to the dealer to bargain for rules. "Let the lady use jewlery," she demands, chin lifting. "In return I'll count both boots and both socks as one each." She lays the offer out like a trade, same number of clothes in the end, just on different bodies. The men all exchange glances, grumpy about it. Getting Soh naked first and Colt later would mean more time to gawk, versus both of them getting naked later meant less time in total. Boy math. She can see the thinking spin out in the heads, so she leans in on the table with a hand. "Take the offer or we walk. Fuck your tequila."
This is Torchline, so the group could easily find more willing girls, or hell just go find some already topless ones somewhere. Thing is, men are lazy, so affording a touch of patience now to avoid prowling around is a better deal for them in the long run. By this logic they give in, and Colt nods with a flash to her eyes, a touch smug as she turns back to Soh and now whispers, "yes." She leans down to strip off her two socks, bare feet on display for any gentlemen who care for such a thing, joining Soh in that regard.
The next hand Colt wins, but the one after has her shimmying down to her panties.
Her head lifts, attention shifting to the dealer to bargain for rules. "Let the lady use jewlery," she demands, chin lifting. "In return I'll count both boots and both socks as one each." She lays the offer out like a trade, same number of clothes in the end, just on different bodies. The men all exchange glances, grumpy about it. Getting Soh naked first and Colt later would mean more time to gawk, versus both of them getting naked later meant less time in total. Boy math. She can see the thinking spin out in the heads, so she leans in on the table with a hand. "Take the offer or we walk. Fuck your tequila."
This is Torchline, so the group could easily find more willing girls, or hell just go find some already topless ones somewhere. Thing is, men are lazy, so affording a touch of patience now to avoid prowling around is a better deal for them in the long run. By this logic they give in, and Colt nods with a flash to her eyes, a touch smug as she turns back to Soh and now whispers, "yes." She leans down to strip off her two socks, bare feet on display for any gentlemen who care for such a thing, joining Soh in that regard.
The next hand Colt wins, but the one after has her shimmying down to her panties.
I ain't sayin' that I always sleep alone
Done a little bit of midnight movin' on
I never let my heart go all the way
I never fall in love, baby, just in case
Done a little bit of midnight movin' on
I never let my heart go all the way
I never fall in love, baby, just in case
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.
