closed starter for @declanofruin where/when: the conclave gala, part 1, before the big talks
"Vaguely haunted sex goddess," Romy had called her. Elyse likes that. It's fun and provocative. Better than "the chick who slings dildos to make extra cash." She knows part of it is her natural allure, emphasized in hair and dress and makeup to really make an impression among the shadowy elite. Another part of it, though, is the lingering compulsion and natural obsession she and Cameron have going on tonight. It's electric, every touch, but there's an element of restraint. They're both pushing each other to the edge.
God, she wants to tip right over it, but the night is still young and like Cam said, they shouldn't totally spoil their appetites. That doesn't mean she can't enjoy a drink and some refreshments, though.
Elyse has grabbed a small plate of various finger foods (mercifully sans fingers) and some liquor, wide eyes scanning the room for intrigue when she catches sight of something that makes her frown. The artist abandons the snacks but clutches her drink as she walks up to (who she believes is) Cam, suddenly dressed in something drab and... dweeby.
"Ugh, did one of those butterfly witches glamor your outfit? It's so... yeah, haha, very funny," she huffs, expression slowly morphing as she walks two fingers up his chest. "If we can't fix it, then maybe you'll just have to... take it off for me, babe."
She is so not attracted to this -- not even with the compulsion. Something's changed, and it's not just skin deep.