Now this is quite head turning.
My, she hasn’t seen a ride that could compare since her little graveyard outing with Enzo before that pathetic excuse of a would be trip to so called paradise. The sails are wondrous enough, nearly spanning the entirety of such a lovely vessel but what really catches her fancy is the sleek build!
The harbor is quite packed with what choice ships the island natives choose despite what was obviously a ship that clearly did not belong so easily outshining them all. There’s hustle and bustle all around as she merely struts through the busy crowd of midday as expected in golden ward and it’s marina coupled with the sizzling sands blanketing an even busier beach.
The breeze nearly encompasses her in some distinctly inviting caress and if a lady truly didn’t know any better she’d say the docks alone were merely an open catwalk towards her next ride to paradise. Of course, if anyone were truly capable of leaving the all too homey island. Oh well. They might be tied to Isola for eternity for all they knew but that certainly did not mean it’s residents weren’t entitled to a nice little ride every now and again. She pauses just at the end of the dock, weight shifting from one glamorous underside of a heel to another as hands catch just at her hips and she’s calling towards the only one who dares catch a witch’s eye, a lone woman standing at top deck and oh - was that a distinct scar etched across her adorable face? How quaint!
“You must be at the head of such a lovely toy, no doubt. Everything seems in order. I don’t suppose she purrs nicely as well? Do tell me they rolled out the red carpet for your arrival. After plucking us away from our worlds without permission it’s the very least they could do.”
@erudorago 💖‘d for a spanking!
