Shy Deer Steppes sweet blessings

nothing? he echoes softly with amused cadence, letting pale eyes befall the man of muscles and scars, of brown and caramel hues. how... strong.

his head tilts ever so slightly as he moves. turning in a wide circle, an arc, moving so that the stranger could see every inch of what iset had to offer. long, feminine legs and a tapered waistline. a remarkably beautiful face of sin; he had used it before to get what he wanted.

but iset wanted for nothing now. his path was aimless.

well, that’s a shame. he clicks his teeth, musing while he looks the man up and down. i was hoping for a little more excitement today.