Glancing over a shoulder that looks carved from marvel, Frey watches Raza through thick lashes, though their gaze is casual. It's the sort of objectifying stare that communicates both their lusty appreciation, but also that they'd likely fuck you in a bathroom stall and decline to buy you a drink after. "Better." They grumbled, letting their legs fall back to the ground revealing a lazy erection.
"Certainly sounds like alcohol ." They muse, raising a brow. "What did you have in mind?"
"Certainly sounds like alcohol ." They muse, raising a brow. "What did you have in mind?"
