LUCI
A smirk curled across Lucas's face at the painted woman's approach, and he accepted the drink she offered with an elegant nod of gratitude. "I would," he purred to her, sipping at the drink and seeming somewhat disappointed in how bland it seemed to him. Since his transition to this new world (a world he would either rule or escape, by hook or by crook), only one thing seemed to bring his tastebuds to life. Only one thing would do, and it pulsed delightfully along Alorhea 's slender neck.
"Whilst I have little doubt of your talent, my dear, if this were a permanent look then I would never have the pleasure of painting myself anew, would I?" He flashed her a fanged grin, about to say something more when a dark-skinned beauty positively prowled over to them, her hand a gentle pressure on the small of his back.
Their host's entrance (and invitation) had been something akin to the luxury and loose morals he was used to, and he allowedEdrei to coax him towards that back room without any resistance. "Is it? I hope it's worth my while," he commented back to her.
"Whilst I have little doubt of your talent, my dear, if this were a permanent look then I would never have the pleasure of painting myself anew, would I?" He flashed her a fanged grin, about to say something more when a dark-skinned beauty positively prowled over to them, her hand a gentle pressure on the small of his back.
Their host's entrance (and invitation) had been something akin to the luxury and loose morals he was used to, and he allowed
