I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
The voice that rang out is distinctly masculine, catching the Madame by surprise as a soft gasp pushed past painted lips, sea glass eyes quickly settling on the man who appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Her surprised expression is quickly replaced with one of her signature smiles, breezing forward a few steps as she extended a hand to him, "I'm hoping you can actually. I'm in need of a portrait." She offered as explanation for her being here. It was a simple enough request and she was hopeful such a thing could be satisfied today. "I was told to look for a gentleman named Bastien. That wouldn't be you, would it?" Maeve hummed, arching a brow as innocent curiosity sparked in her gaze, waiting for a confirmation as to whether she'd gotten lucky or not.
She let her eyes run over him quickly, noting his tan complexion, dark locks, and strong jaw. He was definitely handsome. Whether or not he was her type was to be determined, but he was certainly nice to look at for the time being. Something that was always helpful when particular forms of payment might be on the table.
She let her eyes run over him quickly, noting his tan complexion, dark locks, and strong jaw. He was definitely handsome. Whether or not he was her type was to be determined, but he was certainly nice to look at for the time being. Something that was always helpful when particular forms of payment might be on the table.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
