you are such a soft and messy thing
nobody knows how to take care of you
Hotaru is not a stranger to being stared at, undressed by another's eyes. It is not always flattering, but in this moment she is practically gasping for it. Gods she's normally not so easy, but she has stumbled into what is essentially a wet dream come to life for her. Her exact physical type, already naked and wet to boot? Abandoned surely can't be cursed, because this is an absolute gift. So she tilts her head, chin lifting and exposing pale neck and collarbone beneath the moonlight. More than willing to place herself beneath observation, confident in both her body and her appearance. Icy fingers tuck her golden hair behind one ear, and Hotaru shivers - from the touch or the cold she can't tell - and stares up at Wessex with a heat to her gaze that combats the chill. "Only the promising ones," she quips back, though her words are purred, a dagger wrapped in silk proffered to the beautiful woman. And when the woman smiles, fangs on display, she only smirks deeply back in return. Rexanna's words ringing in her head, dirty and promising. "Oh absolutely. Care to enable me gorgeous?" When Wessex bends over to grab her breeches, Hotaru uses the long sleeves of her cardigan to tug it down away from her neck with a simple shrug. The thin straps on her shoulders a laughable distraction from the smoothness of her neck, patiently waiting for the taller woman to straighten again. Intent on being back in her bubble immediately, perhaps get her hands on that trim waist, just enough to pull her closer if Wessex would allow her.
