he smokes, she watches. regina has, as of late, developed an odd fixation with felix catton (there is nothing people like her love more than old money and the possibility of erasing that new rich stench), and while she knows felix probably figured out the reason why she clings to him like a leech sucking off the lifespan of a big, fat cow; she figures that, given how they both use each other, there isn't really much he can complain about.
regina keeps the groupies at bay, and felix gives her leverage over everybody else. quid pro quo that works for both of them, an arrangement of mutual convenience. they haven't fucked yet, she resents that, but most of the time, power is a better high than anything a man can achieve with his tongue.
" show me something cool, " she hums against his ear, an order more than a request. the smoke is clouding the room, toxic like the tone dripping from her words, " something you've never shown anyone. " @exhaltburn