"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
If the Madame wasn't so used to those kinds of looks, she'd perhaps be a bit flustered, but instead she simply lounged. A dark brow arched as if to ask if he liked what he saw, but there were no words to be uttered. Dance was another release for her. It was just as exhilarating and pleasurable as any sexual encounter she might have within these walls. The fact that he'd been the one to urge her to such movements with his music was appealing in it's own way and despite the fact that he'd been skittish of her gaze before, the Madame doesn't shy away from the way her eyes rake over him now, still sipping in greedy breaths as she relaxed in the chair across from him.
The way he cradled the lute, fingers running across it's body almost reverently held her attention, seaglass gaze bright as they settled in this silence. It isn't until his stomach growls, that her eyes snap to his face instead, watching as that smugness disappeared and his fingers tighten. A faint flush colored his cheeks, contrasting against the blue of his eyes, making the Madame lick her lips in consideration.
"You can keep the lute," she began, reaching up to run a hand through her curls, causing the previously perfectly placed strands to become disheveled. "If you promise to come back and play for me."
The way he cradled the lute, fingers running across it's body almost reverently held her attention, seaglass gaze bright as they settled in this silence. It isn't until his stomach growls, that her eyes snap to his face instead, watching as that smugness disappeared and his fingers tighten. A faint flush colored his cheeks, contrasting against the blue of his eyes, making the Madame lick her lips in consideration.
"You can keep the lute," she began, reaching up to run a hand through her curls, causing the previously perfectly placed strands to become disheveled. "If you promise to come back and play for me."
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