She couldn’t help the smile that curled her lips, albeit small at the sight of his own —although her eyes narrowed inconspicuously at his mention of werewolves. It struck her as weird that he would say that instead of wolves. That couldn’t have been a coincidence, but then again, perhaps he’d made a mistake in saying so.
…nah, she wasn’t stupid, but she would definitely find out later.
"Sounds mystifying," she said sarcastically, with a wiggle of her fingers and a little shake of her head before coming to a stand. "Maybe they want you to show them how much you want that job…talent is good but you won’t get shit without initiative or lust —they both get you want, lust is just faster. Watch and learn,"
From where they sat, diagonally stood a small venue that sold ice cream during the summer, which she sauntered toward with a swish of her blond hair over her shoulder and a small pout instantly upon her visage as her eyes fixated on the boy working the counter.
"I’d like a vanilla cone, please, I’m just not having a good day," she lamented, resting her hands on the gaudy surface and leaning forward. She knew that the position allowed the boy to looked down her v-neck and ogle graciously at her breasts, even seeing a silver of the navy blue lace that covered them.
The boy did exactly what she wanted, staring for a moment before turning an interesting shade of red and hurrying along to do attend to her order. It wasn’t long until she had the cone in her hand to which she immediately licked slowly, her tongue slithering past red lips to savor each taste, an small moan accompanying each one.
"This is really making my day," she said, giving the cone one more lick, her optics open, never breaking eye contact. The boy sputtered and wheezingly told her she could have the cone for free. She grinned, "Thanks,"
As a victory, she bit a piece of the cone as she trekked back to her seat, smirking, “See? Gets you what you want, fast.”
