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07-15-2014, 12:02 AM
Rostislav It is painfully obvious that the words that have left my mouth are just the ones this vixen wants to hear. I hate debasing myself to get into a girl's pants, but you know, when you're desperate.... I'm not saying I'll do anything to get some sugar, but.. I'll do a lot. It just depends on my mood and how pliant I'm feeling that day. Today I'm feeling quite pliant, and I succumb to the notion of playing her game. She finds me repugnant - it's written all over her face, and her sweet-as-nectar voice certainly tries to hide it. But perhaps if I can flatter her just enough, she'll let me .. in. I don't care if she regrets it the next day, or the rest of her life. I don't care much at all - I'm here to enjoy myself, and hopefully she can enjoy herself, too. I've won her over enough for her to return her name. Sheba. Hmmm.. The name doesn't ring a bell. Perhaps she's a nobody. A very delicious nobody. If I had pupils perhaps you could see them dilating with desire, but on this one occasion, that deformity works in my favor. She's prepared to sass me again as soon as she delights me with her name. I chuckle and take a few steps closer, closing the distance between us, provided she doesn't back up suddenly. You are right. It IS my lucky day. Can I tip the odds in my favor? I nod down at the pouch resting on my muscular chest. Can I offer you a drink, Miss Sheba? My leonine tail swishes back and forth silently, slowly, as I try to develop a strategy in my head. Where is my in? Flattery is a good start, but will it close the deal? Walk. Talk. OOC: Rosti clearly is lookin' to get lucky Top Shelf Sexy Badass |
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