All the things yet to come are the things that have passed
It was hard to be irritated when the aura that came off of Frey was so charged. She shivers, licking her lips as her eyes flutter closed and it's hard not to fidget at the sensations tickling over her nerves. Specifically the inside of her thighs, pulling a soft sound from her throat, catching between her teeth before pushing out in a muffled moan. Maeve draws in a sharp breath, "I'd like assistance in the endeavor. Be it with obtaining materials or in another way. Would you be willing to help me with that please?"
Of course, she knows that Frey could help her. That they were more than capable of it. It was just a matter if they would do it or not. The Madame hopes that they will. They had before and these were their people. They had sent Phoebe to Torchline to take care of them and now it was her job. Surely that meant something?
Of course, she knows that Frey could help her. That they were more than capable of it. It was just a matter if they would do it or not. The Madame hopes that they will. They had before and these were their people. They had sent Phoebe to Torchline to take care of them and now it was her job. Surely that meant something?
Like the old enough hands, like the breaking of glass
Maeve
Code stolen from and fixed by Sky! <3
