CIAN
the eye
"Just being thorough." Cian muses, reaching into his pocket to light a cigarette. The woman at his side is like black water made flesh. She leans against the doorframe, plucking the cigarette from the Eye's fingers without asking permission. The question of just what—or who—required Cian's thoroughness might have been answered by the madame's sultry smile, had the Eye any expression of satisfaction at all on his lips.
"Hey there blue-eyes." The whore chimes over Ronin's shoulder, beaming at Cian. "You have any news for us?" She wonders, while her hand twists behind her body, sneaking down the front of Ronin's pants where his erection is pinned between his body and her ass. Though her eyes remain on the Eye, her attention is unwaveringly on the sly and subtle movements of her hand, meant to make impossible the situation Ronin finds himself in. With his back to the door Cian has come through, it appears only that the whore is draped in his lap, which is all par for the course in a place like this, surely.
"Hey there blue-eyes." The whore chimes over Ronin's shoulder, beaming at Cian. "You have any news for us?" She wonders, while her hand twists behind her body, sneaking down the front of Ronin's pants where his erection is pinned between his body and her ass. Though her eyes remain on the Eye, her attention is unwaveringly on the sly and subtle movements of her hand, meant to make impossible the situation Ronin finds himself in. With his back to the door Cian has come through, it appears only that the whore is draped in his lap, which is all par for the course in a place like this, surely.
