Eloise
Whereas presumably with most of his conquests, hearing what went unsaid would tell him all he needed to know about the success of his ministrations. With Eloise however and this strange new ability of hers, it was the mere presence of her thoughts on their own that would guide him. Her magic seemed to perk up when she had the capacity to let it. Should his fingers wander somewhere banal, he'd find her thoughts (and those of everyone else), drifting away. If he wanted the world in mental-technicolour, he'd need Eloise so thoroughly distracted that her magic had no choice but to take a backseat.
Heat plummed low in her belly, her body wanting to simply fall back, legs spread. But there was something about predictability and ease that just didn't suit the moment. So instead, Eloise tried to push Jack backwards. Her eyes darkened for just a moment, before her body began to alter and change in ways even Frey might approve of. The room too softly swirled, the cabin disappearing as her magic blanketed everything. "Pretty minds aside, Jack...tell me what you want to see.." Larger breasts, an audience, darker skin, longer hair, a room of shackles and handcuffs...He need only give the word.
Heat plummed low in her belly, her body wanting to simply fall back, legs spread. But there was something about predictability and ease that just didn't suit the moment. So instead, Eloise tried to push Jack backwards. Her eyes darkened for just a moment, before her body began to alter and change in ways even Frey might approve of. The room too softly swirled, the cabin disappearing as her magic blanketed everything. "Pretty minds aside, Jack...tell me what you want to see.." Larger breasts, an audience, darker skin, longer hair, a room of shackles and handcuffs...He need only give the word.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
