trailed up 𖬺 down his figure———curiosity piqued. “well, correct me if i’m wrong, but i don’t think this is the right place for dressing up as sherlock holmes.” she muses, giggling softly.
“what brings you here?”
“get him whatever he likes,” she started, glancing at him with a twinkle in her eye. “on me.”
after getting that situated, she sat down beside the man, resting a hand ‘pon her cheek as her gaze slowly (…)