Her natural allure charms a man without once even opening her mouth, half lidded eyes cast just enough interest (not too much, she can't seem like easy prey) in the direction of the onyx titan who approaches. His bulk makes her head spin, muscles rippling beneath taught flesh as he makes his way to her with long and confident strides— already she knows she has him. A gentle grin plays across her features, sweet golden eyes catching deep red as her hips sway with impatience. How long he had been standing and simply observing was to remain unspoken, she already had a hunch that he'd been there long enough, that it was finally time.

Nazli expects the brute to remain at shore and await her return, exiting the swirling tides like a siren whose song comes not from her lips but from the harmonious movements of her body as she scrubs away the wicked memories of a mind not present. Her eyes watch the ivory blazed features as white socks are submerged— she hadn't expected him to get so close so soon, bold and sure in the way he moves towards her, already hungering for the brittle body she can supply. Even this early in the game and she already has him wrapped around her finger, gaining a more confident composure as she listens to the stallion's voice rumble from his throat, a guttural sentence that reverberates through her bones as she smirks at his words. Easy.

Her voice comes out smoothly and without pause, heavily ridden with sickening lust that she so eagerly lets drip from her scarred lips. "Are you so sure? Perhaps you could check for me, I may have missed somewhere." Her body pivots, calm waters rippling as she cranes her head, making sure that her rump is so tantalizingly placed just out of reach. Her eyes flash upwards, speaking silently to the lustful brute in tones she could not produce. Lend me a hand. She lives for making men drool over her, for leading them around for however long she pleases— they were easy targets, with eyes too clouded from their greed and too hormonal to even care what her true intentions were.

This muscled stud just so happens to be the lucky man to take her, darkened eyes keeping careful watch over each and every body movement, ears on alert for the husky tones of lust that flow from pale lips. Nazli is prepared, keeping a close eye on the man before her for signs of giving in, thinking it's best to tease him and force him into submission without even lifting a finger (mostly for her own satisfaction).