Face of a saint. Lips of a sinner
The dark-haired god reclines suggestively behind her and as she turns, she remembers why she never gets tired of visiting them.
“There’s an art to it,” she agrees with a chuckle, thinking of how many people just want to get to the main event and forget all the teasing and edging that make up the whole show. It’s a shame, really. As they stretch out their hand and make a bottle appear, Lily’s eyes go wide and she exhales in awe. “Oooooh….” It’s a stunning bottle. She takes it gingerly and handles it as if it were a delicate, sugar-spun creation. Looking up at him, she smiles wide with gratitude. “Thank you. I can’t wait to try it.”
“There’s an art to it,” she agrees with a chuckle, thinking of how many people just want to get to the main event and forget all the teasing and edging that make up the whole show. It’s a shame, really. As they stretch out their hand and make a bottle appear, Lily’s eyes go wide and she exhales in awe. “Oooooh….” It’s a stunning bottle. She takes it gingerly and handles it as if it were a delicate, sugar-spun creation. Looking up at him, she smiles wide with gratitude. “Thank you. I can’t wait to try it.”
