Camilla
The enchantress can barely breathe for the way her heart pounds in her chest, hands trembling as she struggles with the key, pushing on a door that refuses to brush. Ru's sweet and musky scent hangs in the air around her, almost suffocating in the way it clouds her mind, but she finds herself breathing it in more deeply all the same as if she could drown in it. Her head grows hazy, the heat of the woman behind her drawing goosebumps to the surface of her skin as Ru reaches over her, caging her against the door for only a moment as she gives the door a hard push.
It swings freely, opening up to the cozy interior of her shop and she jumps as the Valkyrie's voice purrs in her ear, stumbling forward in a rush to get inside the shop and close the door behind them. Camilla swallows thickly, a deep breath catching in her throat as she tries to settle her nerves, "Of course." The inside is warmly lit, colored lanterns flickering from where they hang from the rafters, flames dancing inside their gilded cages. Shelves are lined with various items. Some more innocuous than others, seemingly average in their appearance where they sit, but the hum of magic hangs heavy in the air.
"This is the main shop, but my studio is in the back. That's where I usually make my dresses." Drifting around the counter that acts as the primary bartering space, the enchantress glances over her shoulder, a coy smile on her lips. "Would you like to see?" It wasn't just dresses that laid behind that door and she had a feeling that Ru would appreciate the other articles she took the time to delicately craft.
It swings freely, opening up to the cozy interior of her shop and she jumps as the Valkyrie's voice purrs in her ear, stumbling forward in a rush to get inside the shop and close the door behind them. Camilla swallows thickly, a deep breath catching in her throat as she tries to settle her nerves, "Of course." The inside is warmly lit, colored lanterns flickering from where they hang from the rafters, flames dancing inside their gilded cages. Shelves are lined with various items. Some more innocuous than others, seemingly average in their appearance where they sit, but the hum of magic hangs heavy in the air.
"This is the main shop, but my studio is in the back. That's where I usually make my dresses." Drifting around the counter that acts as the primary bartering space, the enchantress glances over her shoulder, a coy smile on her lips. "Would you like to see?" It wasn't just dresses that laid behind that door and she had a feeling that Ru would appreciate the other articles she took the time to delicately craft.
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting for you
Please don't have somebody waiting for you
