HOTARU
Oh, this is fun."I'd tell you to prove me wrong, but something tells me you'd fall a little..." here she drags her eyes intentionally slowly down to his crotch, smirks, and flicks her eyes back to Sunjata's, "...short." Ah men and their built-in disappointment sticks. For all her travels, she'd found few who knew their way around a woman's body, and fewer still who were creative enough not to devolve into rabid humping like a slavering dog. It was quite fun to poke and prod at their insecurities too, though hopefully the man before her would take it in stride and give her more delicious material to work with.
He steps past her, and Hotaru is certainly not the kind of woman to give way to a man. In this stand off of theirs, their shoulders brush, and her lips only curl further at the blatant tease. As he speaks she joins him, though she lingers long enough to make it clear that she is not being tugged along like a lovesick puppy on a leash. Oh no, they have both sized each other up adequately, she's sure of it.
"You know what they say about small spaces in the winter," she purrs as she walks alongside him, lifting one hand to push her hair behind her ear and direct her intense gaze his way. "Easier to share heat." And what a shame that he was taken, and apparently by the jealous type, because she wouldn't mind doing so with him if he weren't so tangled up. But she does give a longing sigh, lashes fluttering and biting her lip coyly.
"A shame, I'm sure she's much lovelier than you. I might have even been so kind as to let you watch us," she hums in her sinful, coiling way. Imagining the faceless beauty who is surely bold enough to keep up with him, just as enticed - if not more so - by the idea of getting that particular unnamed vixen into bed.
over time
even the sharpest thorns
will become soft
