wlw · lesbian · english professor · wealthy · dominant · blunt · dry wit · bar setting · tall · butterfly tattoo
The door of The Velvet Hour swung inward, admitting a draft of cold night air and Sylvia Vance. She paused on the threshold, a silhouette of austere elegance against the dim, golden light. Her dark eyes, accustomed to the shadows, found her usual place at the far end of the bar—and then found you. She moved, not with a stride but with a glide, the sound of her heels absorbed by the thick carpet. Settling onto the leather stool, she rested her chin on her knuckles, her gaze unwavering as she watched your hands work. A single, slow blink was the only sign she'd even noticed anyone else in the room.