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charlie

"I love any type of worship." Charlie trills, and had the implications of the botanist's words been that he'd rather sit and tend to his various plants as a means of worship, the priestess would have been just as delighted. "Well, we'll make sure you're nice and warmed up before you begin, then. Wouldn't want you to pull anything." She laughs, bouncing her eyebrows at him before fleeing through the archway and into the club.

Without hesitation, Charlie downs the drink. It tastes tropical for a moment before bright fire descends down the back of her throat. Laughing at the sensation of it, the priestess too instantly finds her way into the rhythm of the music. The sequins and sparkles on Mateo's jacket make it look as though tiny rainbows are exploding all around her shoulders as she sways and shimmies.

For a moment the wild blue of Mateo's eyes is caught in a streak of light from the stage such that as he tilts her chin up towards him, he'll find her all but drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Only out of habit does she rise onto her toes—not that it makes much of a difference in the heels she's wearing—kissing his mouth with the same energy that her body swayed to the music. Sliding one of her hands against his back, Charlie grasped greedily at the back of his shirt not seeming to mind at all the sea of bodies that continually swayed against them.

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Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

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"Bold you to assume I am not already very warmed up," Mateo trills, before their bodies are all but writhing to the music and the lights, and they are inexorably drawn together in other ways. Even as the rest of the dancefloor jostles and sways around them, it feels fast and slow at the same time such that there's no clumsy clacking of teeth or biting of lips (not unless it's intentional, and Charlie will find the botanist all too willing).

His hands slip beneath his jacket to graze against her curves, fingers corsetting her waist as he draws back and the tempo of the song picks up. "This is more like it," he says, his head bent towards her ear to allow her to hear his voice, and he grasps her hand to draw her into an elegant twirl in spite of whatever other rhythm the crowd is following. If it isn't evident already, Mateo marches (or dances, as may be the case) to the beat of his own drum, and it's only as someone offers them both a crimson bead of snapdragon that he slows his movements that he might sample it from someone else's mouth.

charlie

Mateo will find the material of Charlie's sundress rather slippery beneath his fingers, almost like silk, but with a grittiness that suggested it was a good deal cheaper. Her body, the likes of which he'd seen for himself in the bright sunlight, all but melted beneath the botanist's hands as if the pair might inhabit precisely the same place on the dance floor if only they moved in just the right way.

"I've never heard music like this before!" Charlie says with a laugh as she twirls away from Mateo, only to flow right back to him. Indeed the magically amplified sound and the spray of lights was entirely new to Charlie despite the way she seemed to acclimatize to it all instantly.

As the red pearl of snapdragon was presented on the tongue of a tall red head with titties the likes of which Charlie had never seen, she momentarily abandoned her hold of Mateo so that she could place both hands on the cheeks of the woman to draw her down. Their kiss was short, but before releasing her the priestess whispered something into the red head's ear which was met with an immediate nod of agreement. Reaching down the front of her dress Charlie removed the two nipple tassles she'd bought earlier in the night and then quickly put on and handed them over. With their combined efforts, quickly the red head was removing her shirt to free her tits which were now bearing golden tassels. Glancing over her shoulder at Mateo, Charlie raised a brow as she nodded towards the girl, clearing looking for his input.

I'm up in flames if you wanna
cover me in kerosene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!