( Herian watches, quiet and intent as she analyses the woman before her, how she moves, finding the overlaps and differences between this one and she who has demanded her attention so immediately. The fascination holds, may even have escalated, and she has to remind herself to hold her focus as propriety would dictate, not bluntly or clumsily glance the cleave she’d so gladly kissed and sucked at, or the thighs that had been clenching hard about her.
No, focus. )
Know me to be at your disposal, should the day come.
( Drawing out the purse for her monies, Herian looks briefly perplexed as she looks at the notes and tried to determine which of these paper monies is which. Softly, )
Lighter than gold and silver, but far more confusing.
no subject
No, focus. )
Know me to be at your disposal, should the day come.
( Drawing out the purse for her monies, Herian looks briefly perplexed as she looks at the notes and tried to determine which of these paper monies is which. Softly, )
Lighter than gold and silver, but far more confusing.