I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Maeve carefully wipes her mouth, smile growing as she sets her napkin back in her lap as she arches a brow. A mischievous glint sparks in her eyes as she considers the other woman's proposal of payment. Maeve lets her head cock to the side thoughtfully, eyes running over her slowly before claiming her gaze once more. "You'd be my most honored guest. I can assure you there are plenty of delightful things to be experienced there." Whether she's talking about the sun and sand or something else entirely is up to the other woman's interpretation.
The Madame is more than willing to entertain the other woman if it means she has a sound plan in place. Be it with her company, body, or whatever else she wishes. It's hers whenever she decides to collect.
Food arrives and they both turn their attention to their respective meals. Neither of them bother to slow down, eagerly eating what is placed before them. Soon, plates are cleared and drinks are empty only to be refilled by a waiter moments later. "Thank the gods for that." Maeve laughs, raising her glass in a small toast to the other woman.
The Madame is more than willing to entertain the other woman if it means she has a sound plan in place. Be it with her company, body, or whatever else she wishes. It's hers whenever she decides to collect.
Food arrives and they both turn their attention to their respective meals. Neither of them bother to slow down, eagerly eating what is placed before them. Soon, plates are cleared and drinks are empty only to be refilled by a waiter moments later. "Thank the gods for that." Maeve laughs, raising her glass in a small toast to the other woman.
Maeve
