#seduce prompt

[professor-of-somanoutics]

(*clears throat* SEDUCTION!) Alice stepped into the bar quietly on bare feet, finding exactly who she was looking for. She wore nothing but a strip of cloth across her chest that was verging on see through and small shorts that clung to the vague curve of her hips. The rest of her caramel skin was exposed, each small motion making the hard muscles of her body flex visibly. She curved her lips into a smug smirk. "So...y'wanna take those measurements then?"

Never been less turned on | Ugh no | I’d give you a try | Yes, yes, YES | I’M READY NOW DAMMIT (somewhere between those two)

Grinning over at the bartender as they discussed the latest wave of news coming out of the port. As Alice made her way over to him, he pulled his attention away from the bartender over to the source of the voice, “Oh sure lass, I can...” Rawkin blinks as he sees what Alice is and isn’t wearing. “I-uh...left mah measurin tape at home, yah wanna come with me?” He smirks and winks before dropping some gil on the counter for his drink.

@alicienacorvin

[professor-of-somanoutics]

[Seduction]: Wearing nothing but one of his old, button up shirts the small female skips to his workshop. Her thick waves of dark hair bounce happily behind her with each step. Stopping at the door Keelah peers beyond, her shoulder resting against the sturdy wooden frame as she watches him work on a new design, frustration creased in his brow. "Hey~" She calls out in a soft purr, her red lips curling into a sultry grin, her fingers plucking at the top button of his shirt "Got time for a break?"

Never been less turned on | Ugh no | I’d give you a try | Yes, yes, YES | I’M READY NOW DAMMIT

@keelime-pies   

Running his hands through his fiery red hair, the smith looks over from his work. Seeing the look in her eyes and the grin on her face, the lines of frustration on his face melting away as he grins, “Fer yah lass, I’ll takah day off. Migh’ need that much time knowin you, yeah?” Pushing himself up out of the chair and away from the desk, the Rawkin sheds the light cloth vest he had been wearing just to make a passing attempt at modesty. Sweeping the smaller miqo’te up into his arms and planting a kiss on her lips. Carrying her over to the bedroom, he hooks a single finger under the bottom button of his shirt she was wearing, one by one popping the buttons right off the shirt to split it open. As he pulled open the door that lead into the smithy’s private living space, rawkin reached out to flip around the hanging sign above the door from “Yes we’re open,” to “sorry, we’re closed,” before disappearing into the bedroom with the dark haired beauty.

[analyst-annie-blog]

Let's go out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, watch a movie, and then make passionate love beneath a willow tree.

Oh my goodness...This is awfully romantic. But perhaps we'll just start with the first two and see where it goes from there, hmm?