Moonstone Quarry God looks on in abject apathy [m]

A delicate lean into each touch placed upon her. She did not mind the roughness, but she welcomed the way he softened. Especially as she found herself easily overpowered.

She had played her role of siren well here. Now a shadow of his underbelly was where she found herself. She did not have fancy flavorful words to whisper to him in fire fueled temptation or desire, nothing she could say to spark any further charmed magic.

This was her own sort of magic.

The dark silence of two bodies that seemed to understand each other as if they had known each other a lifetime and then some. So she spoke in the best way she knew how, the way she had spoken the longest.

Body language.

All of her an invitation.