The sweat of another still clung to her frame, and where the night had concealed her hours prior, kept her safe from prying eyes even as she snuck through the familiar route back to her rooms in the higher parts of the city, now there was nothing shielding her from the unforgiving rays of sunlight that burst through her curtains.
Aomora lazily went to her balcony where the sheer curtains fluttered in the slight wind from outside. Grabbing a cigarette on the way, utterly uncaring in her appearance ━ hair a mess still, makeup ruined, and clothes hastily put on.
It was a busy morning below. She heaved in a sigh, but no sooner had she taken her first drag of her smoke before she caught a glimpse of a familiar shape below.
Quickly, she flicked her wrist and sent a small pebble flying past Akali from above, to catch her attention. Sitting with one leg propped up on the railing, she looked down at her... whatever she was, with a deadpan expression. Another drag, exhaled in Akali's general direction.
❝ 'Ey, don't just walk past, hot stuff. ❞ @herbindings
there's only one route she knows through the city still: inefficient, but passing aomora's place was the only way she knew how to get anywhere. starting from there she could manage just about any path out of the city, and to the few shops she'd found while attempting to bring the flame dancer last minute gifts before catching her eye while on stage. as it so happened on this particular morning, aomora was already on the prowl before she could even think about today's "tip".
" aw, didn't realise you would wait out here for me. been out all night? "
a grin tugs at the corners of her lips. every word slips out so easily around aomora. not much time for thinking when you've got a hot woman in your sights. she turns and lifts a hand to her brow, looking up at the familiar silhouette outlined by the morning sun. yeah, there was more than one reason aomora was popular. who could she blame? she'd fallen to those charms more than enough times to know it was intentional.
" you gonna let your hair down so I can climb up, princess? or do I have to do it the old fashioned way? "
she doesn't even allow time for a response, immediately dusting her hands together in preparation. it would be the first time she'd done this climb, but she was no stranger to getting into places she really shouldn't be. grin still plastered upon her features, she takes a running leap and begins to navigate her way up towards the balcony.
once there, she's able to take an even better look at her behind-the-scenes honey. messy hair, cigarette in between her fingers, makeup half rubbed off onto a bed somewhere -- it's a welcome view, and one that makes akali feel special, somewhat. mora wouldn't let many people see her so dressed down, after all.
it's impossible to keep her hands to herself like this. thus, she reaches forth and plucks the cigarette from between her fingers and steals a peck on the cheek before lifting it to her own lips and taking a drag.