Maeve
"Of course we do. We also talk about who has the sweeter cunt." She smirks and then laughs at his expression, eyes dropping down to watch his hands work over the deck of cards with ease. "In all honesty, I've just never had a knack for the game. I play, but not well," she meets his eyes again and straightens a bit as he starts to deal out the cards. He thinks she's joking, but she really isn't. Her poker face might be good, but her ability to play is questionable at best.
Maeve takes up her cards, humming softly as she organizes her hand, "Alright... That seems simple enough." She feigns surprise, brows raising and a mock gasp pushing past her lips, "You mean to say you're interested in me besides for my body? My, my, my... You really are full of surprises." Maeve says it with a purr, laying a few cards down and picking up some others.
"Alright then, I'll go first. What should I call you?"
Maeve takes up her cards, humming softly as she organizes her hand, "Alright... That seems simple enough." She feigns surprise, brows raising and a mock gasp pushing past her lips, "You mean to say you're interested in me besides for my body? My, my, my... You really are full of surprises." Maeve says it with a purr, laying a few cards down and picking up some others.
"Alright then, I'll go first. What should I call you?"
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
