i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
Partially proud that Torchline had used up every last bit of the Hanged Man on offer, Flora was still annoyed that despite all of the locks and sneaky crevices she'd had built and installed, not a single drop of liquor had been left. Biting at the inside of her cheek, Flora, who had been aware of Naseem 's presence, how could she not, was forced to fix a smile onto her lips as she spun around to face her glittering shadow. "I mean, I guess you can't fault them for taking what was left, mmm?" It's what she would have done. It's what they all would have done; that was Torchline.
Thoughts of Naseem's curves, an orgy of limbs overlayed with Jack's slanted smile filled Flora's mind at the suggestion of going back to the Ark, though the allure of it was almost instantly tarnished. "How very kind of you, Jack." She purred, an eyebrow raised in a manner she hoped wouldn't attract suspicion from the two nearly-strangers, but one she hoped the captain would interpret as what the fuck are you playing at.
'Don't threaten me with a good time.' Letting her concern strip away, both Naseem and Zahir seemed the types to take care of themselves, Flora sidled her way over to the sun-bespoke man before trying to slip an arm around one of his. "Maybe a bit of strip poker?"
Thoughts of Naseem's curves, an orgy of limbs overlayed with Jack's slanted smile filled Flora's mind at the suggestion of going back to the Ark, though the allure of it was almost instantly tarnished. "How very kind of you, Jack." She purred, an eyebrow raised in a manner she hoped wouldn't attract suspicion from the two nearly-strangers, but one she hoped the captain would interpret as what the fuck are you playing at.
'Don't threaten me with a good time.' Letting her concern strip away, both Naseem and Zahir seemed the types to take care of themselves, Flora sidled her way over to the sun-bespoke man before trying to slip an arm around one of his. "Maybe a bit of strip poker?"
