her smile ain't seen the light of day
For a moment Eloise merely sits, thinking about that. Trying to descend whether or not to be offended (or to take it as a not so subtle hint that Raza's bedroom is permanently off limits to her), eventually she grins (despite the pain it brings). "I think that makes me like you more, for not wanting your women broken and bruised." The illusionist doesn't try for flirtatious, she's too banged up for that, but still her voice carries a sultry cadence just the same.
It was strange, how many of the women in Torchline took rape and other instances of sexual violence as common fare. A sort of tax for living in a world of sand and surf. "Thanks Raza." Eloise says, her voice weighty with genuine appreciation. Turning to spit into a rag as Raza goes to deal with someone else, the illusionist runs her fingers across her eyes for a moment, wanting to sigh loud and dramatically, but swallowing down the urge.
"Has it always been like this here?" El asks when the taller woman replies. This not necessarily referring to the underground economy or illegal movement of goods, but the blatant sexism and unfettered violence towards women.
It was strange, how many of the women in Torchline took rape and other instances of sexual violence as common fare. A sort of tax for living in a world of sand and surf. "Thanks Raza." Eloise says, her voice weighty with genuine appreciation. Turning to spit into a rag as Raza goes to deal with someone else, the illusionist runs her fingers across her eyes for a moment, wanting to sigh loud and dramatically, but swallowing down the urge.
"Has it always been like this here?" El asks when the taller woman replies. This not necessarily referring to the underground economy or illegal movement of goods, but the blatant sexism and unfettered violence towards women.
exchanged it for some treasures somewhere along the way
