"Finding her would be a start, pet." After that... "I'm sure she'd take a liking to you. You wouldn't have to work very hard."
Seeing as he's flirting with her so blatantly, she can't imagine Linda taking much issue one bit with his attentions. Or negotiations...
Velia's not looking at him as she steers them to her room. Once inside, his arm is abandoned as she ghosts over to a small cupboard-like compartment, housing a number of bottles which range in various colors. Her room is a scattered mess. Bed in the corner, sheets haphazardly tossed aside; a hammock in the opposite corner; various gear and outfits, ranging from her norm to more conservative; and books. So many books, in fact, they take up the corner by the hammock.
"You were, hmm?" It's tempting. He's attractive, fun, attentive. She could very much have fun with him, and yet, in this very moment, she has no interest whatsoever in entertaining these sorts of advances, or to explore where they'll lead. "Grab a drink and sit down, darling, you don't have to whore yourself out to me." She's got her own bottle filled with a dark blue liquid, and she's slipping back into the hammock, sitting in it as if it were a rocking chair. He's welcome to claim the space beside her, or take the bed.
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Seeing as he's flirting with her so blatantly, she can't imagine Linda taking much issue one bit with his attentions. Or negotiations...
Velia's not looking at him as she steers them to her room. Once inside, his arm is abandoned as she ghosts over to a small cupboard-like compartment, housing a number of bottles which range in various colors. Her room is a scattered mess. Bed in the corner, sheets haphazardly tossed aside; a hammock in the opposite corner; various gear and outfits, ranging from her norm to more conservative; and books. So many books, in fact, they take up the corner by the hammock.
"You were, hmm?" It's tempting. He's attractive, fun, attentive. She could very much have fun with him, and yet, in this very moment, she has no interest whatsoever in entertaining these sorts of advances, or to explore where they'll lead. "Grab a drink and sit down, darling, you don't have to whore yourself out to me." She's got her own bottle filled with a dark blue liquid, and she's slipping back into the hammock, sitting in it as if it were a rocking chair. He's welcome to claim the space beside her, or take the bed.