CIAN
the eye
'That's what I like to hear." The bartender says with a smile as proud as the one Cian wore earlier when speaking about the city. As for the business the Eye is conducting? Well. Cian has nothing, if not impeccable timing.
"You get used to it." The whore in white muses, taking the opportunity to slip an arm around Ronin's neck and pivoting effortlessly in his arms and between his legs. Sliding herself into his lap, she kicks off her remaining shoe, before leaning forward and suggesting the Star take another drink from the nearly-empty bottle of whiskey. As soon as he does, she's suddenly there, pressed quite close, her eyes firmly on his lips. Reaching out she drags a finger across his lower lip, before plunging it sensually into her mouth. "Mmmm." She purrs, her body relaxing against his, her ass shifting intentionally against his erection. "I just love the taste of whiskey from a man's lips."
"You get used to it." The whore in white muses, taking the opportunity to slip an arm around Ronin's neck and pivoting effortlessly in his arms and between his legs. Sliding herself into his lap, she kicks off her remaining shoe, before leaning forward and suggesting the Star take another drink from the nearly-empty bottle of whiskey. As soon as he does, she's suddenly there, pressed quite close, her eyes firmly on his lips. Reaching out she drags a finger across his lower lip, before plunging it sensually into her mouth. "Mmmm." She purrs, her body relaxing against his, her ass shifting intentionally against his erection. "I just love the taste of whiskey from a man's lips."
