I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
It was always so easy to slip into the role of charming, sweet, and playful vixen. That state of being practically second nature to her. Maeve offered him a dazzling smile that lit up her whole face, bringing a spark to her sea glass gaze that wasn't there before as she drifted towards him, clasping her hands in front of her. The Madame nodded gravely, a seriousness settling on her features as she came to a stop before him, "Oh it is incredibly serious, sir. I can't be expected to open without one." Maeve looked up at him from beneath her lashes expectantly, but he quickly confirmed that he is in fact the man that she was looking for.
Quickly shifting out of the way, Maeve trailed after him, watching the muscles in his back shift and flex with each step her took. Even with his slight limp, the man breezed through the space like it was nothing, clearly comfortable here. Maeve hummed softly, head tilting to the side, "Isn't that a question... I suppose it is a mix of things. I'm needing a portrait for my business, but this isn't just any business. I'm the Madame of the Halenani." A coy smirk curled on painted lips as she stopped to lean against a table, settling easily in the space as he flipped through his canvas. "The best brothel in Torchline."
Quickly shifting out of the way, Maeve trailed after him, watching the muscles in his back shift and flex with each step her took. Even with his slight limp, the man breezed through the space like it was nothing, clearly comfortable here. Maeve hummed softly, head tilting to the side, "Isn't that a question... I suppose it is a mix of things. I'm needing a portrait for my business, but this isn't just any business. I'm the Madame of the Halenani." A coy smirk curled on painted lips as she stopped to lean against a table, settling easily in the space as he flipped through his canvas. "The best brothel in Torchline."
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
