Talking Fish Blues

A smirk tugged at the corned of her full, ebon lips as jewels locked on to his massive frame, his muscles were almost rippling underneath his light colored coat. I say, it is not polite to refuse such an invitation from a lady. her smirk widened with the sound of her purrs, chest raising and falling with each life-giving breath. Your mother never taught you that? she returned the playful wink towards him. After all, you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar and for the bronze-kissed mistress it has been a while since she last had a man to entertain her. But since you declined my invitation perhaps you would be kind enough to catch a few more of these fish in exchange. her eyelashes batted sensously. She could be emotionally devastating and sensuously rich, depending on how much time she would spend with someone but she had needs of her own that needed to be fulfilled and it seems this man was too much of a gentleman to allow her to eat something more delicious than a mere fish. So be it. She will have to do with his entertainment for the time, needless to say this was a good chance to bring the spawns some of the fish as well.