And it burns like a gin and I like it,
It's more than her eyes glittering beneath her cloak. Igneous horns cut a sharp shape beneath the fabric, lending little wonder to her race - if the scaled tail didn't give it away. Pointed fangs peek from between her lips with every barbed comment and suggestive lap of her tongue. The subtle shift of her leg reveals the other dangers that lurk in his proximity, steel blades glinting wickedly along her legs in the low light, hinting at others yet unseen.
Every movement is intentional, a practiced game of seduction and warning, a display of skill and power, a habit born of survival and necessity. His voice is enough to suggest the preening of his grin, her own lips frozen in a bored line. "Do I look impressed?" she drawls, dangling her glass between her fingers with a delicacy that comes with control and finesse.
The compliment doesn't soften her demeaner, fully aware that the twirling of blades is a lot more impressive than flipping coins. Another sip pours onto her tongue, doing nothing to blunt the bite of her words when he winks her way. "Then you might want to wipe that shit-eating grin off your face. If you didn't blow your cover with your fumbling fingers, the flashy coins and cocky attitude will do it." All it takes is one semi-lucid thought from one of his many victims for the rest of the bar to realize they've been robbed, and if he's talking to her, she might just get dragged into his downfall.
Every movement is intentional, a practiced game of seduction and warning, a display of skill and power, a habit born of survival and necessity. His voice is enough to suggest the preening of his grin, her own lips frozen in a bored line. "Do I look impressed?" she drawls, dangling her glass between her fingers with a delicacy that comes with control and finesse.
The compliment doesn't soften her demeaner, fully aware that the twirling of blades is a lot more impressive than flipping coins. Another sip pours onto her tongue, doing nothing to blunt the bite of her words when he winks her way. "Then you might want to wipe that shit-eating grin off your face. If you didn't blow your cover with your fumbling fingers, the flashy coins and cocky attitude will do it." All it takes is one semi-lucid thought from one of his many victims for the rest of the bar to realize they've been robbed, and if he's talking to her, she might just get dragged into his downfall.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
