your love's a drag, but I need it so bad

There was something decidedly chilly about this female. Like a radiant abyss, her aura swallowed and drained colour from her surroundings. When she spoke, nonchalance dripped like venom from sultry lyrics "It is common during Winter, yes." she replied. Then, after a moment longer of scrutinizing his elegant frame, she seemed intrigued enough to offer up a question of her own. "Are you perhaps unfamiliar with Boreas, love?"

A soft laugh tumbled past inky lips, lips quirked up into an eerie smile. Sharp featured cranium bobbed once up and down. As she reclined elegantly upon the cool stone floor, mismatched gaze trailed along every movement. The fall of her earth hued tresses across her curves, to the posture she elected to use. The temptress' sprawl, familiar to him in that it had been favoured by his mother when she sought to draw in prey of the lupine variety. "Indeed, aimra'at mushakisa. I am not from these lands." he murmured in reply, muscles loosening with an ease that dripped with overconfidence.

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