flora
Narrowing her eyes playfully, Flora sucks in her lower lip and slowly pushes it out again between her teeth. "Such an odd expression, that." She muses thoughtfully (or, what she takes to be thoughtfully anyway). "Is for please, sure. But Q?"
Tilting her head the same way as Dante's as if that might somehow block whatever it was his eyes were trying to see (she could move the towel if she was actually trying, of course), Flora raises her eyebrows in mild surprise. "A tourist? Well, well. Finding everything here to your taste...?"
Letting the bottle slip from her fingers but not without some resistance, the Doubletake gives her shoulders a slow and luxurious roll. "I'm Flora." She returns, rolling the ancient's name over in mind, and thinking it sounded a bit like a new cocktail, or a dance.
Tilting her head the same way as Dante's as if that might somehow block whatever it was his eyes were trying to see (she could move the towel if she was actually trying, of course), Flora raises her eyebrows in mild surprise. "A tourist? Well, well. Finding everything here to your taste...?"
Letting the bottle slip from her fingers but not without some resistance, the Doubletake gives her shoulders a slow and luxurious roll. "I'm Flora." She returns, rolling the ancient's name over in mind, and thinking it sounded a bit like a new cocktail, or a dance.
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
