Camilla
Never before has Camilla felt so stripped bare while being fully clothed. It's the drag of Hotaru's eyes. The slow and deliberate way her lips wrap around the words, forming them on her tongue, and allowing them to slip past her teeth. Camilla finds herself clinging to each syllable, breath catching in her throat, a high flush coloring her cheeks as goosebumps threaten to erupt across her flesh. "Yet?" It's a whisper. A question tinged with hope and uncertainty, unwilling to allow her desire to show through too much, hating the idea of being disappointed should nothing actually come of Ru's pretty words.
"Oh. Oh. Uh, yes, of course. I have everything back at my shop." The Enchantress motions back behind her towards the smaller winding street that holds a few buildings. One of them being her own shop. "You're more than welcome to look through what I have." And while Camilla hadn't quite gotten to the point of thinking of what she could ask for in exchange, she likely wouldn't be far behind once the intention was laid out clearly as an option for the taking.
"Oh. Oh. Uh, yes, of course. I have everything back at my shop." The Enchantress motions back behind her towards the smaller winding street that holds a few buildings. One of them being her own shop. "You're more than welcome to look through what I have." And while Camilla hadn't quite gotten to the point of thinking of what she could ask for in exchange, she likely wouldn't be far behind once the intention was laid out clearly as an option for the taking.
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting for you
Please don't have somebody waiting for you
