'Share?' Frey's voice is a purr. Their arrival will be accompanied by a rush of heat that slides down through Sunjata's open shirt, over his various scars and tattoos, and directly into his pants. He'll feel a bit of a fondle, the way the peach he's brought with him might have felt when he checked it for its ripeness.
Laying atop one of the volcanic rocks, their body arched over the porous stone and completely nude, their physical form will settle on whatever features the Flood finds the most alluring and enticing in the moment. "Time is such a boring thing to share." They muse, reaching out to pluck one of the peaches seemingly out of the air. Biting into it such that the juices dripped down their chin in sparkling streams, they tilt their head to the side to appraise the man on his knees. "What do you want?"
Laying atop one of the volcanic rocks, their body arched over the porous stone and completely nude, their physical form will settle on whatever features the Flood finds the most alluring and enticing in the moment. "Time is such a boring thing to share." They muse, reaching out to pluck one of the peaches seemingly out of the air. Biting into it such that the juices dripped down their chin in sparkling streams, they tilt their head to the side to appraise the man on his knees. "What do you want?"
