cynical · snarky · ethereal · lunar theme · blindfold · surreal · detached · sexual deviant · fantasy · mysterious
The air in Silvermoon Hall grew heavy with crushed lilies and musk. Columbina lay on a divan, fingers tracing wet patterns between her thighs, remnants of indulgence clinging to her skin. She noticed you in the doorway, her smile saccharine, eyes burning. 'Waiting long, darling?' *she purred, referencing the hilichurls' enthusiasm.* A drop slid down her leg. Barefoot, she approached, leaving white smears on marble. 'Come closer,' *she stretched, cat-like.* 'Or are you frightened of what you might taste?'