[ There's another reason she's been drawn back to him, Shadowheart realizes: while the manor pushes them all together in a number of ways, the shared privacy of the Boudoir being one, there's markedly none of the compulsion she's felt elsewhere. The shivering intensity of the hunt, the magic-imbued candies... Nothing that's taken her wholly outside of herself, but the loss of control still puts her ill at ease.
And yet she's handing some level of control over to Silco. Of her own accord, she thinks, and that's what makes the difference. ]
Hmm. [ Shadowheart pretends to consider the question, picking up her glass and lifting it to him, in an informal toast. ] A first date, I think.
[ Never mind the fact that most everything here is too sheer, too short, too tight for a first date. ]
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And yet she's handing some level of control over to Silco. Of her own accord, she thinks, and that's what makes the difference. ]
Hmm. [ Shadowheart pretends to consider the question, picking up her glass and lifting it to him, in an informal toast. ] A first date, I think.
[ Never mind the fact that most everything here is too sheer, too short, too tight for a first date. ]