Appearing on one of the red rocks, their spine kinked and stretched along the rocky outcropping in a position that no human could ever safely attain, Frey runs their hands up a body in constant flux. Stretching a toe toward the sky, their musculature defiant of gender and oh so alluring, the vibrancy of the Road seems to be utterly washed away by the herald's presence.
"Maybe..." They purr, tilting their cheek to the side to get a better glimpse of Raza before their hands return to explore the body that the accepted's hidden desires have given risen to. "No offerings, and not enough skin on display.." The herald notes with lazy disapproval. "This had better be good."
"Maybe..." They purr, tilting their cheek to the side to get a better glimpse of Raza before their hands return to explore the body that the accepted's hidden desires have given risen to. "No offerings, and not enough skin on display.." The herald notes with lazy disapproval. "This had better be good."
