Maeve
Her eyes move from table to table, taking in the denizens who fill the open space, basking in the light breeze coming off of the water and through the open windows. The smell of the sea comforts her and she's lost in though as she sips her juice. It isn't until someone's voice calls out over the quiet din of the room that she realizes she was daydreaming. Maeve snags a menu from a nearby table, hips swaying as she approaches the gentleman who called to her. "Here you are, love. Name's Maeve... What can I get for you tonight?"
She pulls out the chair opposite of him, lowering herself into it and leaning one elbow on the table, giving him a nice peak of her scant cleavage as she shifts herself forward. The menu in his hand lists not only drinks, but services on the table from the girls with a nice little note at the bottom stating that bartering is still accepted.
He's cute. In that rough around the edges kind of way. They're always the most fun, she's found. They have the best stories and they're always so hungry. For drink, food, and flesh. They're some of her favorites admittedly. "What brings you in tonight? Besides a need for a drink."
She pulls out the chair opposite of him, lowering herself into it and leaning one elbow on the table, giving him a nice peak of her scant cleavage as she shifts herself forward. The menu in his hand lists not only drinks, but services on the table from the girls with a nice little note at the bottom stating that bartering is still accepted.
He's cute. In that rough around the edges kind of way. They're always the most fun, she's found. They have the best stories and they're always so hungry. For drink, food, and flesh. They're some of her favorites admittedly. "What brings you in tonight? Besides a need for a drink."
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
