pussycat, pussycat, where have you been?

Face of a saint. Lips of a sinner

That got his attention. She giggles as the herald sits up, erect and sleek and fucking hot. Like the best version of a cock if she closes her eyes and squints through her lashes. Licking her lips, Lily leans into his hand and nuzzles her cheek into his palm. The mere mortal can’t seem to take her eyes off him. As his face draws closer, she smiles (almost bashfully - weird for the entertainer, but not unheard of) and whispers in the intimate levels of pillowtalk, of two lovers trying new things in bed.

“I want to attune,” she says, looking Frey in the eye with all the innocence of a young whore who’s just told someone she wants them to fuck her. Hard.