Camilla
Camilla might be delicate in appearance. She might not have much bite to her, but that didn’t mean she was a spineless thing. That she didn’t have fire coursing through her veins and the ability to fight back. It was simply that she liked playing the role of demure damsel. Clearly it worked, given how Ru stuck so close to her the entire time she dances around the shop, showing her around the shop despite the fact that she knows Ru isn’t paying any attention to the tour. A fact she’s made incredibly aware of as the Valkyrie stalks her, heterochromatic gaze burning into her with each passing moment, causing her pulse to rabbit in her throat.
The coy smile flashed over her shoulder is received how she thought it would be and a thrill shoots through her at the prospect. Ru wasn’t the only one with something to offer it seemed. She stalks closer, practically molding herself to the enchantress’s back, but only her hand finds her waist. It curls there almost possessively, fingers searing through the light fabric of her dress and her stomach swoops as she turns ever so slightly so they’re a hairsbreadth apart. ”As you wish..” She murmurs, eyes dropping down to her lips as her tongue darts out to wet her own, fingers wrapping around the handle of the door and giving it a turn while the fingers of her other hand find their way to lace between Ru’s where they rest on her waist.
Giving her a little tug as the door swings open, turning so she’s walking backwards, the enchantress can’t help the playful curve that finds home on her lips when the room is revealed. All manner of lace, satin, and silks surround them. A myriad of delicate creations lining the walls in various colors. That’s not the only thing, though. No, not the only thing at all. Placed on a multitude of shelves are various objects, the purpose of them incredibly clear should one be aware of such things. All made of a variety of materials from glass to softer material resembling that of flesh. ”Weapons and jewelry are fun to make, but get boring after a while.” She hums, dancing away from Ru to lean against a work bench, bottom lip catching between her teeth as she crosses her ankles and simply waits.
The coy smile flashed over her shoulder is received how she thought it would be and a thrill shoots through her at the prospect. Ru wasn’t the only one with something to offer it seemed. She stalks closer, practically molding herself to the enchantress’s back, but only her hand finds her waist. It curls there almost possessively, fingers searing through the light fabric of her dress and her stomach swoops as she turns ever so slightly so they’re a hairsbreadth apart. ”As you wish..” She murmurs, eyes dropping down to her lips as her tongue darts out to wet her own, fingers wrapping around the handle of the door and giving it a turn while the fingers of her other hand find their way to lace between Ru’s where they rest on her waist.
Giving her a little tug as the door swings open, turning so she’s walking backwards, the enchantress can’t help the playful curve that finds home on her lips when the room is revealed. All manner of lace, satin, and silks surround them. A myriad of delicate creations lining the walls in various colors. That’s not the only thing, though. No, not the only thing at all. Placed on a multitude of shelves are various objects, the purpose of them incredibly clear should one be aware of such things. All made of a variety of materials from glass to softer material resembling that of flesh. ”Weapons and jewelry are fun to make, but get boring after a while.” She hums, dancing away from Ru to lean against a work bench, bottom lip catching between her teeth as she crosses her ankles and simply waits.
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
