Isabelle would lean closer. She'd let the hyur smell the soft scent of her perfume. Floral. Cinnamon. Expensive.. She'd let Tani's eyes wander her form freely, as she did others. Once more, that nail traced the accountant's jawline with a predatory glint in her eye.
Her voice was a low, sultry purr, "An earned victory or a stole one..?" She would lean in close. Very teasingly close. The elezen bit her bottom lip and mused, comforable within Tani's space without a care in the world who saw or spectated.
That nail would trace down Tani's neck.. only to withdraw after it had traced the hyur's collarbone.
Drinks are here.
Her voice was a low, sultry purr, "An earned victory or a stole one..?" She would lean in close. Very teasingly close. The elezen bit her bottom lip and mused, comforable within Tani's space without a care in the world who saw or spectated.
That nail would trace down Tani's neck.. only to withdraw after it had traced the hyur's collarbone.
Drinks are here.
