ISLA
"Oh, I'll give you a fiddle, we just need to be in a certain room," Isla says wickedly, grinning and letting her hands flow along his shoulders, as if to track every muscle and movement, even as flesh bleeds into sleek metal. "Or... oops, did you mean music?" she continues, coy as you like and leaning back to fetch her wine glass and finish its contents.
"I'll have you know that I was a perfectly respectable duchess in the past, Cal," she murmurs, leaning against him enough to let her head loll on his shoulder as she twirls the stem of her empty wine glass. "It was all very boring and above board. I did dance, though. Maybe I'll have to show you my moves one day, unless you're too busy fiddling."
"I'll have you know that I was a perfectly respectable duchess in the past, Cal," she murmurs, leaning against him enough to let her head loll on his shoulder as she twirls the stem of her empty wine glass. "It was all very boring and above board. I did dance, though. Maybe I'll have to show you my moves one day, unless you're too busy fiddling."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
