Thal immediately notes when the original bartender doesn't return. Her eyes slide to the glass of whiskey offered by a scarred hand, trailing up to a face that some might call handsome while others flinch. She doesn't hide the way her eyes trace the scarring while her hand settles over the glass, curiosity prickling at her thoughts as she runs her finger casually over the rim of her drink. He's distinct enough that she knows him from descriptions alone, rumors on the sea about the owner of their favorite brothel and his role as Archon, but she's surprised to find that she recognizes him too, recalls seeing him briefly at Flora's. She assumes it must have to do with leaders running in the same circles.
A smirk spreads across her face, not bothering to deny what she came here for. The mischievous glint of a fang peeks out as she flicks her tail. "It's no fun without a little chase." What kind of girl doesn't love the game of pursuit, of feeling the push and pull of the power dynamic as they move closer towards the capture? Sometimes, she even likes the game more than the sex later, finding her recent escapades more disappointing than the last.
Angling her head like she has a secret to share, Thal lowers her voice to draw him in, smug and darkly humored as she says, "And I don't pay for something I can get for free." She flashes him a smile that spells trouble as she finally raises her glass to her lips. Her eyes don't break from his as she does so, lingering with feline curiosity for whether he'll find offense in her words or attempt to prove something, or perhaps he'll be content to leave her to her fun.
A smirk spreads across her face, not bothering to deny what she came here for. The mischievous glint of a fang peeks out as she flicks her tail. "It's no fun without a little chase." What kind of girl doesn't love the game of pursuit, of feeling the push and pull of the power dynamic as they move closer towards the capture? Sometimes, she even likes the game more than the sex later, finding her recent escapades more disappointing than the last.
Angling her head like she has a secret to share, Thal lowers her voice to draw him in, smug and darkly humored as she says, "And I don't pay for something I can get for free." She flashes him a smile that spells trouble as she finally raises her glass to her lips. Her eyes don't break from his as she does so, lingering with feline curiosity for whether he'll find offense in her words or attempt to prove something, or perhaps he'll be content to leave her to her fun.
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
