Put On Your Doll Face

Noir watched her, suddenly much more interested in her as he caught the desperate look in her eye. He didn’t know, nor did he care, what she had been through, what brought her here so easily beneath him, but it was obvious. Unhealthy as it might have been for her, Noir was intrigued how far he could push. How long her attention would satisfy. She knew how to say the right words as much as the silent ones. The way she moved her body and fluttered her eyes, all but reaching out to him as she invited him to stay.

”You have my attention.” He told her, but paused for a moment. Blue and lavender eyes running up and down her willing form. When he finally moved he was slow and coordinated. Noir paced forward to close the distance between them, aiming to step on massive paw over her shoulder so he stood above her. Noir tilted his features as he looked down at her, as though expecting something from her.