I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
This part she knew about him. Just like she knew he was the one who tended to the room. Adam had told her as much. Maeve hummed softly, watching him consider the size of the canvas, holding it up to examine the stretched fabric. She examined her nails absentmindedly, waiting for her queue to move as she listened to him speak, a soft laugh rising in her throat as she finally pushed away from the table. "I like to think we do a good job of that. Not that the citizens of Torchline need much of a reminder to enjoy themselves." The coastal town was a place of indulgence for anyone who set foot on its shores thanks to the lawless nature of it.
As he got set up, Maeve moved towards the space before him, taking in the different options presented to her. Lips pursed in consideration, she chose the chaise lounge that was positioned, shifting a few pillows this way and that until she was pleased with their positioning. "I have plenty of time." She replied easily, offering him a smile over her shoulder as she fixed her curls to lay the way she wished. It wasn't until she had to decide on her state of dress that she faltered, head cocking to the side thoughtfully, fingers fidgeting with the ties of her dress. Ultimately she decided for something in between. A freshly ravaged look, if you will.
With that, she settled on the chaise, lounging almost lazily with her skirt hitched up to show off her legs and the bodice falling from her shoulders. It kept all the important bits truly covered, but left plenty to be titillated by. "Feel free to shift me however works best."
As he got set up, Maeve moved towards the space before him, taking in the different options presented to her. Lips pursed in consideration, she chose the chaise lounge that was positioned, shifting a few pillows this way and that until she was pleased with their positioning. "I have plenty of time." She replied easily, offering him a smile over her shoulder as she fixed her curls to lay the way she wished. It wasn't until she had to decide on her state of dress that she faltered, head cocking to the side thoughtfully, fingers fidgeting with the ties of her dress. Ultimately she decided for something in between. A freshly ravaged look, if you will.
With that, she settled on the chaise, lounging almost lazily with her skirt hitched up to show off her legs and the bodice falling from her shoulders. It kept all the important bits truly covered, but left plenty to be titillated by. "Feel free to shift me however works best."
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
