ahem! as i was saying..
β eyes halfβmast as her neck is bared, vulnerable as could be for the hungry duelist. hands that once lingered now find handfuls of her chest, squeezing. β
..i seem to have forgotten my train of thought.
despite my profession, i can handle more than you thinkββ
β hitched breath, rosy lips parted. tendrils of blonde now plastered to her forehead with sweat. when had it gotten so heated in here? β
@marechaussees ah? but you are * the champion duelist. itβs a wonder we havenβt crossed paths until todayββconsidering my brief time as a convict.
likewise. iβve heard much about you, and to witness it firsthand is certainly inspiring.
why, of course! you are speaking to the patisserie supreme.
β forked tail lifts lid off serving tray, a singular cherry sitting in its midst. β
taβdah! i always deliver on my promises.
/ what if. she and her partner discuss slipping an aphrodisiac into their food, but it's up to coffee's discretion as to when exactly she'll do it. leaving them waiting in anticipation and borderline paranoid about what they ingest + if she's evil enough to do it in public π