RONIN
The laugh that leaves Ronin's lips is rich and charming, and he snatches the bottle that's placed on top of his glass, as if to concede that fine, he supposes he will just have to drink the whole thing, if they insist. "Of all the things you've apparently heard about me, and you choose good Safrin boy to describe me? Shameful." He takes the cork out with his teeth.
Which is just about the time the white-clad whore takes a tumble between his legs, and in his increasingly addled mind, she looks positively mind-blowing. Speaking of such, there's definitely a flash of heat straight south which kindles his interest, and he takes his sweet time in offering her his free hand. "How clumsy of you," he says, taking a drink from the bottle.
Which is just about the time the white-clad whore takes a tumble between his legs, and in his increasingly addled mind, she looks positively mind-blowing. Speaking of such, there's definitely a flash of heat straight south which kindles his interest, and he takes his sweet time in offering her his free hand. "How clumsy of you," he says, taking a drink from the bottle.
one more wish for you
