Perched on the edge of the statue, Frey pokes their bare toes into the peaches placed on the stone. The red flesh splits and parts revealing the golden innards, and as they wriggle their toes, juices flow up their feet to make anklets of nectar. "Hello honeysuckle." They purr as their body shifts and re-aligns itself to Phoebe's inner desires. Broad-shouldered with a handsome and kind face, they raise a brow at her request.
"The problem Caido faces? How very lucky that all the others seem to have been taken care of then." Exuding sensuality, they laugh richly.
"The problem Caido faces? How very lucky that all the others seem to have been taken care of then." Exuding sensuality, they laugh richly.
