@bitter-forces // original ask.
there’s another giggle from the woman, fitting that of her face but little else. the presence she radiates holds a certain quality to it that would send shivers down the spine of a normal operator. it’s a reminder that she’s not just some easy going woman but a director of rhine, reflective of the political power she held within her company and how she’s managed for so long.
“ oh my, my hand isn’t that dirty, is it? ”
her voice’s light and airy, teasing. it doesn’t take a genius to tell platinum’s actions are (rightfully) stiff in contrast to her own. a momentary pause, the stare, the little way the woman reaches for her - each action’s categorized within muelsyse’s mind, no different than a feline with a new yarn-ball.
in essence, that’s exactly what platinum is to her. a new toy to complete the tasks she’s having such difficulty with on her own, that she can’t rely on just anyone else.
“ but before we get down to business, how about we get along first? ” the woman saunters up to platinum, reaching for her cheek. it’s a feather-like touch, stemming from ear to lip. the pad of her thumb so carefully, just barely above platinum’s lips before letting her prize go. “ i can’t simply trust you with anything without getting to know you a little more intimately now can i? ”
