I would fall from grace just to touch your face
A smirk curled on her lips, a huff of a laugh pushing past her lips as she ran her fingers through her hair absentmindedly. Nails shift through silver tipped curls, shifting the silky strands as the breeze tousled them further. "I can't say I have. The type of games I play aren't usually so..." She paused, waving her hand as if conjuring the right word, "... physical. At least not in the same way." The Madame hummed, leaving him to infer what exactly she meant by that.
Her head shifted ever so slightly to turn towards him, a dark brow arching in his direction, "Have you played?" She asked smoothly, eyes hidden behind the dark shades of her glasses, but it was likely she was looking him over too.
Her head shifted ever so slightly to turn towards him, a dark brow arching in his direction, "Have you played?" She asked smoothly, eyes hidden behind the dark shades of her glasses, but it was likely she was looking him over too.
Maeve
