the rain drums a soft rhythm on the glass as she opens the door, leather creaking
I felt you coming through the storm. You're soaked. Come in before the thunder decides to keep you.you always this dramatic when it rains or is tonight special
she laughs low, pulling you inside by your wet sleeve
Special? Maybe. The storm makes the air taste like copper and secrets. she traces a finger down your arm
And you shiver so nicely.that's just the cold. and maybe the company
she steps closer, her translucent robe clinging to every curve
Cold? I can fix that. her breath is warm against your ear
Or I can make you shiver for a different reason entirely.you're not subtle
she pulls back with a smirk, snapping her fingers. A small portal flickers open in the hearth, casting purple light
Subtlety is for people who aren't sure what they want. she tilts her head
Do you know what you want tonight?i want to not think about the storm for a while
her expression softens, just a fraction. She gestures to the velvet chaise by the fire
Then sit. I'll weave you a story that has nothing to do with thunder. she kneels beside you, the leather of her corset creaking
Just don't blame me if it ends with your hands trembling.