charlie
Charlie basks in Dantalion ’s wicked little whisper like it’s warm sunlight, grin stretching slow and sinful across her face. She steps closer just enough that the light catches along the plunge of her leather neckline, her lashes sweeping up toward him in a way that’s practically a performance. "Oh?" she purrs, eyes glittering as bright as the crystals overhead. "And whose inhibitions are we trying to lower, exactly?" She makes a grand show of looking around the party; one hand shading her brow like she’s peering across a battlefield, the other planted on her hip. Her tail flicks back and forth with deliberate dramatics. "Not mine," she declares, scandalised. "And certainly not yours."
A sweet, scrunched-nose smile is aimed at Astaroth, affectionate and teasing all at once. She bounces her eyebrows at him in a way that suggests she is absolutely picturing him putting that tail to deeply questionable uses, and her grin brightens even more when she sees his flicking spade has eased under Danta’s arm.
Then she turns, spots Sunjata across the room, and gives him a playful little wiggle of her finger, the gesture shining with mischief before she twirls away entirely, giving the Ancients their moment.
"Kai Kai!" she chirps the moment Kaisel 's voice calls her name. She darts!—one second across the room, the next planted at his elbow like she’s popped out of a genie’s lamp—her heels clicking once on the stone in triumph. Her eyes are bright and impossibly blue, locking onto his with laser-sharp delight. "You know I can do so much more than that." She lifts a hand, slides a glass toward herself with nimble fingers, giving Spice a wink as if she and the dragon are running a secret, glamorous smuggling ring.
Then she leans in, lowering her voice just enough that the words pour like velvet. "Tell me, bartender..." Her eyebrows wiggle in a way that should probably be illegal. "Does your lovely girlfriend have anything...special planned for us all later tonight?" The implication is unmistakable—soft, sultry, wicked as sin—because Charlie is absolutely expecting something that involves far fewer clothes and far more enthusiasm. Her grin turns conspiratorial. "Because if she has, lemme know so I can stretch."
A sweet, scrunched-nose smile is aimed at Astaroth, affectionate and teasing all at once. She bounces her eyebrows at him in a way that suggests she is absolutely picturing him putting that tail to deeply questionable uses, and her grin brightens even more when she sees his flicking spade has eased under Danta’s arm.
Then she turns, spots Sunjata across the room, and gives him a playful little wiggle of her finger, the gesture shining with mischief before she twirls away entirely, giving the Ancients their moment.
"Kai Kai!" she chirps the moment Kaisel 's voice calls her name. She darts!—one second across the room, the next planted at his elbow like she’s popped out of a genie’s lamp—her heels clicking once on the stone in triumph. Her eyes are bright and impossibly blue, locking onto his with laser-sharp delight. "You know I can do so much more than that." She lifts a hand, slides a glass toward herself with nimble fingers, giving Spice a wink as if she and the dragon are running a secret, glamorous smuggling ring.
Then she leans in, lowering her voice just enough that the words pour like velvet. "Tell me, bartender..." Her eyebrows wiggle in a way that should probably be illegal. "Does your lovely girlfriend have anything...special planned for us all later tonight?" The implication is unmistakable—soft, sultry, wicked as sin—because Charlie is absolutely expecting something that involves far fewer clothes and far more enthusiasm. Her grin turns conspiratorial. "Because if she has, lemme know so I can stretch."
I did a double take, triple take
Take me to naked Twister back at your place
Take me to naked Twister back at your place
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
