Isla
"Well you see," Isla says, and her dress falls away above her knee as she dangles her foot in the air above them, toes pointed. "It's a common belief that this shape, with the ball and the arch of the foot just so, is precisely how a woman's body arches at the time of orgasm. The same with her toes. So heels are there to mimic that shape, and thus increase her sexual attraction." It's an explanation scientifically given, but as they are suddenly so very, very close, Isla's leg lowers and there's a very obvious blush on her cheeks, even if it's silver.
"How the commoners danced? I'll show you how a duke would dance, and we can decide which we prefer," Isla says. Then, of course, Remi is taking her hand, and she has to force herself to look away from him to watch him guide her fingers across the sky. A faint smile creeps across her face - a smile that only grows when he begins his story, his accent wrapping whimsy and loveliness around the words.
Isla is at least intelligent enough to know that she's charmed by this - thoroughly so - and so it's with a slow glance across at him that she raises an eyebrow. "And then?" she asks, almost whispering the word. "If this were a date, what then?"
"How the commoners danced? I'll show you how a duke would dance, and we can decide which we prefer," Isla says. Then, of course, Remi is taking her hand, and she has to force herself to look away from him to watch him guide her fingers across the sky. A faint smile creeps across her face - a smile that only grows when he begins his story, his accent wrapping whimsy and loveliness around the words.
Isla is at least intelligent enough to know that she's charmed by this - thoroughly so - and so it's with a slow glance across at him that she raises an eyebrow. "And then?" she asks, almost whispering the word. "If this were a date, what then?"
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
