Put On Your Doll Face

Noir took what he wanted, he had the strength to impart his will on others. That woman he’d had was hardly any fun though, and that was where his comment came from. He liked the banter and back and forth of a willing participant, which this woman seemed to make herself out to be. He could see it by the look in her eye, the way she held herself, even the pace of her gait. She gazed up at him and stood, inching closer as she finally spoke again, clarifying as she silently willed him closer.

What did he prefer? Noir strode forward easily, closing the distance between them. Consequences of the night be damned. The crystals were bright and illuminated the colorful pair, making his blue markings looked as if they were glowing as much as the lights above them. ”Oh,” Noir started softly, lowering his features to gaze deep into her dual toned gaze. Now he all but had her. ”Gifts of the body. The mind. The soul.” He whispered temptingly, leaning forward, his lips nearly brushing against her own as he spoke. Noir could taste her breath. A smirk spread over his features as he awaited her move.