Eloise
Being attractive comprises many of the arrows in Eloise' quiver, and she isn't too proud to admit that she's perhaps wearing less than she ought to if only because of her recent spat with Jack.
"Well lucky for you I've seen all kinds, sugar." Eloise said with a smile, before reaching out a finger to wipe away a bit of juice he'd missed in the corner of his lips, if he'd let her. "Missed a spot."
Looking down at the maps, Eloise took a moment to focus on the new topography of the fingers outlined in ink. Rather than sitting, the illusionist merely leaned against the table, her gaze fully down so that should someone decide to take advantage of the view she was offering..well, she'd be none the wiser. There was something so very attractive about older men, after all. Either they were learned and experienced enough to think sex was more about jack-hammering their cock into her, or they were adorably unsettled in thinking one as young and alluring as her might be interested in them.
"Interesting..." Eloise murmured under her breath, sounding genuinely intrigued. Tracing a finger along one of the tunnels that seemed to end in a pool of water, she frowned slightly, and glanced towards Zephyr. "Who'd you say made these?"
"Well lucky for you I've seen all kinds, sugar." Eloise said with a smile, before reaching out a finger to wipe away a bit of juice he'd missed in the corner of his lips, if he'd let her. "Missed a spot."
Looking down at the maps, Eloise took a moment to focus on the new topography of the fingers outlined in ink. Rather than sitting, the illusionist merely leaned against the table, her gaze fully down so that should someone decide to take advantage of the view she was offering..well, she'd be none the wiser. There was something so very attractive about older men, after all. Either they were learned and experienced enough to think sex was more about jack-hammering their cock into her, or they were adorably unsettled in thinking one as young and alluring as her might be interested in them.
"Interesting..." Eloise murmured under her breath, sounding genuinely intrigued. Tracing a finger along one of the tunnels that seemed to end in a pool of water, she frowned slightly, and glanced towards Zephyr. "Who'd you say made these?"
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
