Maeve
Maeve shrugs her shoulders, rolling them before she relaxes back into her chair, "People like different. As far as their concerned, I meet that criteria. Sometimes that means more business." She takes another sip of her juice, regarding him over the rim of her goblet before she sets it back onto the table.
He's sizing her up and not being shy about it either. Maeve lets him, putting herself on display and basking in his attention. She's wearing one of her finer dresses tonight. A little number made of silk and lace that hugs her curves, highlighting her lithe form. Dark purple fabric with black accents compliments her pale skin, standing out in stark contrast. Her hair is loose besides a few braids at her temples that hold it back from her face, leaving the rest to fall in waves down her back.
His response earns him a genuine smile and she laughs, crossing her legs as she lounges in her chair. The movement causes the slit to part over her leg, exposing the creamy skin to his eyes before the fabric keeps her from showing off too much. "Of course I know that. I wasn't born yesterday. Everyone wants something from you. At least in here people are honest about what they want."
The silence would be awkward, but she's used to it. Especially when people don't know what they want. Locke doesn't seem to know what he wants and she can't help wondering what brought him in. "A game? Sure... I like games. What did you have in mind?"
He's sizing her up and not being shy about it either. Maeve lets him, putting herself on display and basking in his attention. She's wearing one of her finer dresses tonight. A little number made of silk and lace that hugs her curves, highlighting her lithe form. Dark purple fabric with black accents compliments her pale skin, standing out in stark contrast. Her hair is loose besides a few braids at her temples that hold it back from her face, leaving the rest to fall in waves down her back.
His response earns him a genuine smile and she laughs, crossing her legs as she lounges in her chair. The movement causes the slit to part over her leg, exposing the creamy skin to his eyes before the fabric keeps her from showing off too much. "Of course I know that. I wasn't born yesterday. Everyone wants something from you. At least in here people are honest about what they want."
The silence would be awkward, but she's used to it. Especially when people don't know what they want. Locke doesn't seem to know what he wants and she can't help wondering what brought him in. "A game? Sure... I like games. What did you have in mind?"
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
