Thalassa
Thal prefers the Dusklight over the other bars in the Last Whisper, but sometimes a girl needs to graze in different fields, and her appetite has been insatiable recently - although not in a good way. Despite the abundance of men she's screwed in the past few weeks, no one has managed to scratch the itch.
Rolling her neck, Thal pushes her hair behind her shoulder, the dark tresses moving away to reveal the low cut of her black blouse. The gloss of her horns catches the dim lighting, accentuating the tilt of her head when she spots a familiar blonde at the bar top, temporarily distracted from sex. A feline grin spreads across her face, mischievous and wickedly amused as she saunters to the counter.
She winks at the bartender, tapping the wood when she leans against it. "Make that two flaming shots, and add a glass of bourbon."
While the man scurries off to fetch their drinks, Thal turns to Colt, amusement glinting in her eyes when she asks, "What chaos are you up to tonight?"
Rolling her neck, Thal pushes her hair behind her shoulder, the dark tresses moving away to reveal the low cut of her black blouse. The gloss of her horns catches the dim lighting, accentuating the tilt of her head when she spots a familiar blonde at the bar top, temporarily distracted from sex. A feline grin spreads across her face, mischievous and wickedly amused as she saunters to the counter.
She winks at the bartender, tapping the wood when she leans against it. "Make that two flaming shots, and add a glass of bourbon."
While the man scurries off to fetch their drinks, Thal turns to Colt, amusement glinting in her eyes when she asks, "What chaos are you up to tonight?"
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
Let someone see right through
