Face of a saint. Lips of a sinner
Lily has to agree with that statement. Frey always seems fun. And she can only begin to imagine what asking them to help make her Attuned will be like. Sensual, very likely, if not erotic. It’s been only herself in the little back room for awhile now - the thought of potential god-given pleasure (even if it’s only in her head) draws an involuntary sound from her, a little sigh of something in the back of her throat. Sunjata might be able to catch the flutter, the ensuing swallow - but there’s no flush of embarrassment, nothing that says oops, you weren’t supposed to hear that.
“Well. Maybe we can compare notes about it soon,” comes in an off-handed manner, followed by a small smile as she treads the line between not-too-eager and laying breadcrumbs from him to follow if he wants to.
“Have you met many jealous women in your life? They’re the worst. And when they put their minds to it, they can make your life hell.” Crossing her arms in front of her, Lily’s shoulders move up and down an inch or two. They can isolate. They can kill. “Attract the wrong attention and in some places you’re as good as dead. If it’s not jealous wives, it’s possessive, obsessive men.”
Why risk it?
“Well. Maybe we can compare notes about it soon,” comes in an off-handed manner, followed by a small smile as she treads the line between not-too-eager and laying breadcrumbs from him to follow if he wants to.
“Have you met many jealous women in your life? They’re the worst. And when they put their minds to it, they can make your life hell.” Crossing her arms in front of her, Lily’s shoulders move up and down an inch or two. They can isolate. They can kill. “Attract the wrong attention and in some places you’re as good as dead. If it’s not jealous wives, it’s possessive, obsessive men.”
Why risk it?
