Candy, she's sweet like candy in my veins
Ellyra was nearly vibrating as they headed towards the stairs. Each step up sent electricity through her feet, up her body, and out through her hands. While she had originally come to the establishment for its medical wing, the thought of spending a night with its main services to her made her feel excited. How long had it been since she was touched by someone else? Too long, too long indeed. She couldn’t remember how it felt to be lavished and fawned over. Her mind reached far back and even her last intimate encounter was fuzzy and grey — from long before the war.
Stepping in to the room she was gestured towards, Ellyra walked around it slowly. She smiled a sly, curling smile at Hawthorn’s words. Her mind, releasing the memory off her last encounter, rummaged around and dug into the bins of her memories and fantasies and desires. The room around them shifted and even as he mind tried to find its proper environment, she was amazed at the magic Frey placed into this place. Her plump lips parted and she released a shaky breath, though it was satisfied and shaky because of the chuckle in the back of her throat.
Hawthorn would find himself in a dark room filled with silk and velvet and everything cushy and warm. Deep mahogany wood and big, overarching furniture. The picture of the most prestigious of master bedrooms in the mansions of Stormbreak. The room was filled with every rich she could never afford — and then she turned towards Hawthorn, her grin filling her face from ear to ear.
Ellyra stepped towards him and dropped her shoulder some, head tilting to follow. ”Do you like it?”
Stepping in to the room she was gestured towards, Ellyra walked around it slowly. She smiled a sly, curling smile at Hawthorn’s words. Her mind, releasing the memory off her last encounter, rummaged around and dug into the bins of her memories and fantasies and desires. The room around them shifted and even as he mind tried to find its proper environment, she was amazed at the magic Frey placed into this place. Her plump lips parted and she released a shaky breath, though it was satisfied and shaky because of the chuckle in the back of her throat.
Hawthorn would find himself in a dark room filled with silk and velvet and everything cushy and warm. Deep mahogany wood and big, overarching furniture. The picture of the most prestigious of master bedrooms in the mansions of Stormbreak. The room was filled with every rich she could never afford — and then she turned towards Hawthorn, her grin filling her face from ear to ear.
Ellyra stepped towards him and dropped her shoulder some, head tilting to follow. ”Do you like it?”
Baby, I'm dying for another taste
