Laugh With Me, Doll

“Liberate?” Lily repeats, with a bit of an eyebrow raise at the end, questioning exactly what she means by that. After all, liberating people and liberating items are two very different things. Not that the entertainer judges, just that she’d like to know if she’s going to be living with a revolutionary or a thief because they require different prepared stories in case someone comes barging in, looking for her hot. “Sounds nice,” Lily hums in agreement. “I kind of miss the familiar.” On one hand, life is a constant adventure - on the other hand - life is a constant adventure and maybe she doesn’t always want to go adventuring. And yet, here she is… Lily scoots a little closer, perhaps close enough for the other to begin to feel a little something from her perfume, if the wind was blowing the right way. “And what do you do for fun here?” she asks with a bit of a sultry croon in her voice. lily as if you were on fire from within the moon lives in the lining of your skin