EDREI
Dress like you care about the cold, he'd written; Edy of course interpreted that her own way.
Laying on the bar, wearing a coat of ursur fur that reached down to her heels and just two strips of cloth which acted like a bra and underwear, the Rapacious was currently cajoling bar-patrons into taking shots off of her stomach. There were lemons and limes on her dark skin, a few olives circling her belly button, and even a few hot peppers near her thighs. The shot glasses were of course, held between her legs.
'I've got lines of salt on this arm—" Edy looks to her left. "And lines of something else on this arm." She looks to her right. Just what that white powder was, Edy wasn't going to reveal. But you can bet given that nothing in powder-form could stir the Launceleyn's senses anymore, that it was probably way more potent than it had any right to be.
Laying on the bar, wearing a coat of ursur fur that reached down to her heels and just two strips of cloth which acted like a bra and underwear, the Rapacious was currently cajoling bar-patrons into taking shots off of her stomach. There were lemons and limes on her dark skin, a few olives circling her belly button, and even a few hot peppers near her thighs. The shot glasses were of course, held between her legs.
'I've got lines of salt on this arm—" Edy looks to her left. "And lines of something else on this arm." She looks to her right. Just what that white powder was, Edy wasn't going to reveal. But you can bet given that nothing in powder-form could stir the Launceleyn's senses anymore, that it was probably way more potent than it had any right to be.
"Go fuck yourself."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
