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Only slightly disappointed that her mirror's enchantment had ended before Danta properly tried to reach for her, Flora nevertheless chimes laughter to see the ancient's fingers gliding through thin air. "Oh, but that's part of the fun!" She purrs. Rather than dancing away and setting up her mimicry again, Flora steps into the space occupied by her illusion. She's invisible sure, but that doesn't make her any less tangible. Besides, now that Danta has had a glimpse of her, he needn't rely on his imagination as much.
He could though, if he wanted. Flora wouldn't mind.
Reaching out for one of his hands, Flora separates his index finger from the rest and guides it toward her lips. Placing the pad of his fingertip against her bottom teeth, she swirls her tongue softly against his skin while at the same moment reaching for his other hand. Guiding his palm until it just meets her nipple, Flora releases his wrist so that he might explore on his own.
To anyone watching, the ancient would merely look like a man with his hands vaguely outstretched, with no idea of just what it was he had his hands on.
He could though, if he wanted. Flora wouldn't mind.
Reaching out for one of his hands, Flora separates his index finger from the rest and guides it toward her lips. Placing the pad of his fingertip against her bottom teeth, she swirls her tongue softly against his skin while at the same moment reaching for his other hand. Guiding his palm until it just meets her nipple, Flora releases his wrist so that he might explore on his own.
To anyone watching, the ancient would merely look like a man with his hands vaguely outstretched, with no idea of just what it was he had his hands on.
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
