AISHA
turn around and give you something to believe in
but you get something to prove
but you get something to prove
The woman set down her fabrics, popped something shiny from her thumb, and anything else she does is lost in the sweet voice she carries across the room and closer to Aisha. Hotaru, Aisha smiled at the introduction, "Aisha, nice to meet you," with a coy wink to accompany. Her own flirtations were seldom contained, spoken and carried out with practiced and familiar confidence.
As any patron would, Hotaru asks what she was here for. She hadn't thought that far ahead yet, enamored by the idea of a spa, by the unicorn and the scenery, by the woman and her catlike gaze. Aisha had no qualms with being touched by a stranger, many of her best friends started out that way (either that or at the end of her sword). A mud bath might be nice, but cold, and the leopardess craved warmth.
"What do you offer?" she asked, long lashes grazing the curls that fell over her eyes. She did not mind her mane, the wilder the better.
As any patron would, Hotaru asks what she was here for. She hadn't thought that far ahead yet, enamored by the idea of a spa, by the unicorn and the scenery, by the woman and her catlike gaze. Aisha had no qualms with being touched by a stranger, many of her best friends started out that way (either that or at the end of her sword). A mud bath might be nice, but cold, and the leopardess craved warmth.
"What do you offer?" she asked, long lashes grazing the curls that fell over her eyes. She did not mind her mane, the wilder the better.
but honey it ain't worth it
being hurt by love
being hurt by love
