"Have an itch you can't quite scratch, lovely one?"
Appearing in the tree branches overhead, reclined with a feline sort of grace whose flexibility only adds to the sumptuous and sexual overtones lacing every single movement, Frey casts a casual gaze towards Lily. Offering her a smile that is all heat and charm and decadence, the deity turns their face back up and bats absently at the leaves overhead.
As they touch the slender green slips of life, Lily will feel a sensation like gliding satin over her skin. Every touch of Frey's fingers upon a leaf will be like feather-like whispers of desire raking down the woman's spine.
Appearing in the tree branches overhead, reclined with a feline sort of grace whose flexibility only adds to the sumptuous and sexual overtones lacing every single movement, Frey casts a casual gaze towards Lily. Offering her a smile that is all heat and charm and decadence, the deity turns their face back up and bats absently at the leaves overhead.
As they touch the slender green slips of life, Lily will feel a sensation like gliding satin over her skin. Every touch of Frey's fingers upon a leaf will be like feather-like whispers of desire raking down the woman's spine.
