Kildeer Rest Follow the Voice

beauty sleep?! oh you salt-lipped tequila-tongued...

diesel slapped her jaw shut. "hh, nooo issue... none at all." she said as she rose. she took a long, loooong moment to stretch herself into a bow, maintaining eye contact with the man all the while.

her arched brow twitched up with each pop of her vertebras.

"hhh, no, no, i jusht, uhh..." the bitch licked her whiskers. "lookin' hor shome hriendshih hor the day~"

a sleazy smile spread across her wrinkles.