CIAN
the eye
"A good Safrin boy like you?" The bartender wonders, with a grin. "And with your husband oh so far away?" Her laugh is bright and brassy, her energy darker and more raw than her almost angelic-twin. "But since you've brought it up—" Not that she could see his crotch from behind the bar, "—has your stamina improved? Inquiring minds want to know." Not taking the hint, the bartender places the entire bottle on top of his upside-down cup.
"Not the devil sweet-lips." The white-clad twin remarks, though as for her sources she won't say. Playing with a bangle on her arm, it falls innocuously to the ground. "Ooops," She murmurs, slipping off of her seat and slowly kneeling down. The lace of her corset gathers at her lower back descending into nothing more than a white strip of silk that slips between cheeks of an ass so perfectly round as to be mesmerizing. Reaching between the legs of his chair, she grasps the fallen accessory, leaning back and flashing Ronin an apologetic look. She doesn't rise right away of course, her head positioned nearly between his knees, her long lashes fluttering over dark eyes. 'Give a girl a hand?' Or I could give you one, her smile seems to say.
"Not the devil sweet-lips." The white-clad twin remarks, though as for her sources she won't say. Playing with a bangle on her arm, it falls innocuously to the ground. "Ooops," She murmurs, slipping off of her seat and slowly kneeling down. The lace of her corset gathers at her lower back descending into nothing more than a white strip of silk that slips between cheeks of an ass so perfectly round as to be mesmerizing. Reaching between the legs of his chair, she grasps the fallen accessory, leaning back and flashing Ronin an apologetic look. She doesn't rise right away of course, her head positioned nearly between his knees, her long lashes fluttering over dark eyes. 'Give a girl a hand?' Or I could give you one, her smile seems to say.
