Two Eyes Cenote [ap] A wallflower, mind the thorns

Guests are never difficult to persuade, or in the very least, neutralize. Everyone wants to believe they’re the recipient of some great intrigue, and alcohol makes the rest easy. It is true for socialites as well for the wallflowers.

One such looming figure had stolen the fellahin’s attention. Tall, and scowling, and seemingly determined to have a miserable time.

“I'd not wish to be on the receiving end of that look,” Eset teases as she strolls forward. Her golden eyes lift to peer up at him before flicking down to his drink.

“Not to your taste, my Lord?”