[And oh, oh, oh, does she have him: hook, line, and sinker.]
[He doesn't even bother fighting her as she takes the lead to the dance floor - it's clear that she knows her way around. Instead, he simply goes with the flow; letting her nails scratch up his chest, across his muscle, like a promise that this moment, this one moment, will truly be worth it.]
[Verosika turns her back to him and the Sin spreads two of his hands to guide them down her sides. He's not touching, not yet, but hovering. Lingering. As if he's mapping her out, tracing every inch of her, and burning it to memory.]
[Finally though, the points of his claws teasingly glide atop her curves, and he leers his face in close to the back of her neck.] Distract you, huh? Mn. Well, let's see what I can do about that. [Greed's breath is hot, warm; the scent of high-shelf scotch, spent cigarettes, and a dash of some kind of cooked wood hanging at the edge of his teeth. He catches her look while he matches her sway with a dip in the opposite direction.][A flicker of red bleeds behind his sunglasses as his head sinks into a sudden drop of light, only to disappear again once a stray splash of color shines on his face. Greed touches his nose close to her ear. Words, in this case, are moot. The music's pounding, the drinks are pouring, and what good is conversation when movement and action can do so much more?]
[Thankfully, he's a creature built for more.]
[So with two of his hands occupied on her waist, he moves another to gingerly push away some of her hair from her neck with his knuckle; the tip of his nail, a mere kiss on her skin.] I want you to show me everything you want. [His tone purrs deep, making his throat vibrate mutely under the club's constant drumming.] Don't hold back, and I'll make sure to return the favor.
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[He doesn't even bother fighting her as she takes the lead to the dance floor - it's clear that she knows her way around. Instead, he simply goes with the flow; letting her nails scratch up his chest, across his muscle, like a promise that this moment, this one moment, will truly be worth it.]
[Verosika turns her back to him and the Sin spreads two of his hands to guide them down her sides. He's not touching, not yet, but hovering. Lingering. As if he's mapping her out, tracing every inch of her, and burning it to memory.]
[Finally though, the points of his claws teasingly glide atop her curves, and he leers his face in close to the back of her neck.] Distract you, huh? Mn. Well, let's see what I can do about that. [Greed's breath is hot, warm; the scent of high-shelf scotch, spent cigarettes, and a dash of some kind of cooked wood hanging at the edge of his teeth. He catches her look while he matches her sway with a dip in the opposite direction.][A flicker of red bleeds behind his sunglasses as his head sinks into a sudden drop of light, only to disappear again once a stray splash of color shines on his face. Greed touches his nose close to her ear. Words, in this case, are moot. The music's pounding, the drinks are pouring, and what good is conversation when movement and action can do so much more?]
[Thankfully, he's a creature built for more.]
[So with two of his hands occupied on her waist, he moves another to gingerly push away some of her hair from her neck with his knuckle; the tip of his nail, a mere kiss on her skin.] I want you to show me everything you want. [His tone purrs deep, making his throat vibrate mutely under the club's constant drumming.] Don't hold back, and I'll make sure to return the favor.