Maeve
Jack. Her eyes dip down to his lips, watching them purse as he presses her calling coin to them lightly. A brief expression of amusement flits across her features as he shows off with his little trick and then tucks the coin away for safe keeping. Maeve is admittedly used to all kinds of attention. Both good and bad. However, it has been some time since she's actually been interested in having someone's attention on her. She wants Jack's attention. At least for the time being. The thing about her job is that she has callers who love her when they're here, doting upon her with words of praise and gifts. They all eventually leave. Either to return to sea or whatever life they have off of the island. If one disappoints her there is another to fill their place. She wants for nothing. At least, that's what she tells herself.
She hums at his question, stepping closer because she can. There is little space between them and she reaches out to toy with the ties of his shirt, twirling them around slender fingers absentmindedly. "Isn't that a broad question," Maeve chuckles softly, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as she thinks. "Just like any girl, I do enjoy my jewels. Not many bring me those. How about this.. bring me something that'll last me and something you can rip off with your teeth when you finally come to warm my bed. Does that suit you, Jack?"
Her eyes meet his from beneath her lashes and she smirks, confidence coloring her words as she regards him. It really is a pity he's leaving, but now they both have something to look forward to.
She hums at his question, stepping closer because she can. There is little space between them and she reaches out to toy with the ties of his shirt, twirling them around slender fingers absentmindedly. "Isn't that a broad question," Maeve chuckles softly, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as she thinks. "Just like any girl, I do enjoy my jewels. Not many bring me those. How about this.. bring me something that'll last me and something you can rip off with your teeth when you finally come to warm my bed. Does that suit you, Jack?"
Her eyes meet his from beneath her lashes and she smirks, confidence coloring her words as she regards him. It really is a pity he's leaving, but now they both have something to look forward to.
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives
you learn to lick it off of knives
