there's no innuendos,
it's exactly what you think
it's exactly what you think
From one of the nearby trees, a massive snake uncoils. White with yellow sighs of colour on its scales, it unloops itself before slowly descending and making its way toward the young Accepted. Moving with a sound like bare skin on fresh satin, Frey slithers around Mateo's bare knees before shifting themself into a more human form; quite what features that form will have are up to Mateo and the thoughts in his head. Both of them.
Draping their fingertips across the botanist's back from shoulder to shoulder, Frey steps into Mateo's eye line with a suggestive smile. "Guidance?" Frey wonders in a honeyed voice. "From what I have seen of you so far, you are a remarkably quick learner." Running their tongue over their bottom lip, a sensation that Mateo would feel on his own, the deity tilts their head raking their eyes over the botanist. "Though I am always happy to give some pointers."
Draping their fingertips across the botanist's back from shoulder to shoulder, Frey steps into Mateo's eye line with a suggestive smile. "Guidance?" Frey wonders in a honeyed voice. "From what I have seen of you so far, you are a remarkably quick learner." Running their tongue over their bottom lip, a sensation that Mateo would feel on his own, the deity tilts their head raking their eyes over the botanist. "Though I am always happy to give some pointers."
