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flora

Flora, who'd found most of her partners (even Jack to some extent), more than willing to put up with her escapades, found Danta's lack of immediate enthusiasm frustrating and alluring in equal measure. "They don't call me the Doubletake for nothing." She says softly. Ceasing the twist of her hips, Flora instead balances against Danta that she might stand all the way up on her toes without fear of tipping over.

Placing her lips near his if only so that his mouth might have a moment to sense the nearness of hers, Flora lingers for a second or two longer to enjoy the tension. Danta might not appreciate it, but the tales Flora's mind was telling made the lead-up all the more worth it (and therein explains Jack's willingness). Her mind painted a picture of this handsome nomad quivering with need for her (despite how still he was against her), and how hard it must be for him to restrain himself. Whatever the truth was hardly mattered, because despite Danta's compatible reluctance to play along, Flora was very much enjoying herself.

Pressing forward, her tongue aiming to part his lips, Flora's fingers comb through his sandy hair itching to feel their way toward the base of his horns.

The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!