Candy, she's sweet like candy in my veins
Her gaze met his with an arched brow and a mischievous smile, her golden hair cascading over her shoulder like a cascading waterfall of sunshine. "Well, Thorn, you certainly know how to make an offer sound tempting," she purred, her voice laced with a subtle, sultry tone.
She leaned in slightly, her eyes locked onto his, her own flirtatious smirk mirroring his earlier playfulness. "Rooms that can become whatever I want them to be, you say? That's quite the promise," she replied. Her words carried a thick honey tone that felt warm against her own lips even as she lifted the straw to finish off her first drink.
"Do you dance?" She asked, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass. If the rooms could be whatever she wanted them to be, and he could be whomever and whatever she wanted him to be, why not make it all worth it?
She would pay for it, after all. It was the nature of this place, in the end, and Ellyra knew she hadn't been picked just because of how she looked.
She was not dumb, even as the bartender set another drink down beside her with a tsk.
She leaned in slightly, her eyes locked onto his, her own flirtatious smirk mirroring his earlier playfulness. "Rooms that can become whatever I want them to be, you say? That's quite the promise," she replied. Her words carried a thick honey tone that felt warm against her own lips even as she lifted the straw to finish off her first drink.
"Do you dance?" She asked, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass. If the rooms could be whatever she wanted them to be, and he could be whomever and whatever she wanted him to be, why not make it all worth it?
She would pay for it, after all. It was the nature of this place, in the end, and Ellyra knew she hadn't been picked just because of how she looked.
She was not dumb, even as the bartender set another drink down beside her with a tsk.
Baby, I'm dying for another taste
