Don't you think a girl like me should be touched?
Her prey holds obediently still as she approaches, navigating into his space with an ease and purpose that makes it seem like she has all the right in the world to be invading his area so boldly. She is immediately rewarded with the firming of his stance, the handsome grin that steals across his face and only deepens her own predatory look. Chuckling softly, almost patronizingly, Hotaru lifts her hand to play with his fringe as she leans just a hair closer. "I should have your attention anyway sweet boy." The chastisement is blunt but sweetened by the way she drags her fingers through his hair, eyes falling to his bared fangs as he grins.
Free hand grabs his glass and slowly tips it back, a few luxurious swallows all she needs to steal away his bartered booze. Then it's discarded just as carelessly, used and forgotten. Much like something else might soon be. Licking her lips for any stray drops she straddles the leg between hers, sinking down onto it as he has so kindly offered it up as a perch. "Won't be needing that with those beautiful little fangs now will you? No point in being wasteful." The hand in his hair grips just enough to tug playfully backwards. Hotaru may not have fangs of her own, but the long arch of his neck is appealing all the same. "Tell me, how much quality time have you spent on your knees with someone like me? Because I'll be forward, I'd like to see you there tonight." Why bother beating around the bush? Either he says yes or she finds another partner. Though that would certainly be a shame.
Free hand grabs his glass and slowly tips it back, a few luxurious swallows all she needs to steal away his bartered booze. Then it's discarded just as carelessly, used and forgotten. Much like something else might soon be. Licking her lips for any stray drops she straddles the leg between hers, sinking down onto it as he has so kindly offered it up as a perch. "Won't be needing that with those beautiful little fangs now will you? No point in being wasteful." The hand in his hair grips just enough to tug playfully backwards. Hotaru may not have fangs of her own, but the long arch of his neck is appealing all the same. "Tell me, how much quality time have you spent on your knees with someone like me? Because I'll be forward, I'd like to see you there tonight." Why bother beating around the bush? Either he says yes or she finds another partner. Though that would certainly be a shame.
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