[ Shadowheart turns, perhaps with the thought of leaving. There is no other date, obviously: though what Silco doesn't know is that there isn't anyone else she's sought out like this, initiating and coming back for more.
It is easier to look at it slightly askance: through the mirror, side-stepped, some cards kept close to the chest. Pleasure is currency, here, and Shadowheart doesn't mind it so long as she's herself. Choosing her desires, rather than having them picked for her.
But instead of brushing past him, Shadowheart closes the distance with a click of her heels on the polished floor. She presses her palms to his chest, slips slender fingers to the knot of his tie again, then her thumb to the center of his chin.
Voice low, ]
I wouldn't mind being kept by you, Silco.
[ Her eyes on his, and then his mouth, and she's lifting up on her toes for a kiss. ]
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It is easier to look at it slightly askance: through the mirror, side-stepped, some cards kept close to the chest. Pleasure is currency, here, and Shadowheart doesn't mind it so long as she's herself. Choosing her desires, rather than having them picked for her.
But instead of brushing past him, Shadowheart closes the distance with a click of her heels on the polished floor. She presses her palms to his chest, slips slender fingers to the knot of his tie again, then her thumb to the center of his chin.
Voice low, ]
I wouldn't mind being kept by you, Silco.
[ Her eyes on his, and then his mouth, and she's lifting up on her toes for a kiss. ]