@lovedominion | 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐔𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒
❝Are you undressing me with your eyes?❞
It had only been a moment of idle musings, his gaze travelling the lines of her décolletage, admiring how the dress cut her figure so elegantly. Remarkable craftsmanship, though presumably the daughter of Sune could command any couturier in Faerûn, guaranteeing her only the finest gowns within moments of asking, prepared for the mere chance she might request them.
Her words cut through his reverie, pulling him from the enthralling trance of watching the light catch the embroidery. If he wasn't such a professional, he'd be flustered, but he takes great effort to appear unfazed. After all, he wouldn't win any favour by turning into a blushing, speechless mess.
❝Perhaps. Though wandering hands would do a far better job,❞ a coy tune to his words, even as he continues as normal, as if merely exchanging casual pleasantries. ❝You give me too much credit, though. I lack such vivid imagination.
Perhaps you could assist? Besides, I fear my imagination won't do you justice.❞
