"We could kiss for hours again in any storage building in the city if you'd like~"
Fingers mischievously beckoned after her voice did the same. A smile spread, joined by her head tilting around merrily and smugly… eventually pivoting to impatiently settling one hand on her own hip and swaying them. Elua could quite sincerely feel through their continued spiritual dialogue - if one wanted to be polite about the description - that every small action she took was a significant 'temptation' to the woman.
So was nearly every other word spoken in her carefully trained voice. A quality which had never been talked about ahead of time with her husband-wife, unlike the long ago picking of box-checking sexy appearances. Yet the new refined timbre and old cadence, emotive inflections and perfect sultry breath support… still managed to absolutely curl right around some part of the swordswoman's lower brain.
