❛ are you… smelling me? ❜
@restez-avec-moi
Typically, Ivanka tried to avoid leaving the house unless she was finding a sugar daddy to buy her new clothes, but recently she'd grown bored being stuck in the confines of her own mansion with nobody to talk to. Apparently being isolated for so long had affected her social skills, however, because the moment she saw a very pretty girl standing nearby, she not-so-subtly felt the need to take a whiff.
"No, I'm not sniffing you," she replied defensively, clearing her throat slightly in an attempt to throw the gorgeous woman off her trail.
"I'm just, like... sick. I have a cold."
She throws a little half-assed cough in there as well, as if proving her point.
"You are totally cute though, your hair is super pretty and suits your face really well... although you could definitely do without the glasses— some contact lenses would do wonders for you, sweetie."
They were wearing a pair of black thigh-high heels and a rather short violet dress, looking as if they'd just left a night club or something. Their platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a half-ponytail, and pointed ears with expensive earrings peeked through the strands just enough to make it seem as if the odd feature was a trick of the light.
