[oop, she catches that glance. and with a dark, coy little grin, she advances her juggling act just a little bit.
while she continues to dote on the demon, she leans around him, to the side--just so her upper body isn't so caught between him and whatever poor console they've chosen to park against.
and... oh, yep. though she has a skirt hiked up high on her thighs, there's nothing covering the upper half of her body. and, yes, the rest of her is just as unfairly aesthetically-pleasing as the rest of her. it's as though every bit of her had some artist's planning behind it. the way tendrils of dark hair fall over her shoulders, curling over her collarbone, goes perfectly with the pallor of her skin.
she's showing off. she's making sure that the other woman can get a good look at her as he reaches out to take her wrist. important papers or not, she's going to gently tug, trying to draw the Inquisitor's hand toward the general direction of her face.]
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while she continues to dote on the demon, she leans around him, to the side--just so her upper body isn't so caught between him and whatever poor console they've chosen to park against.
and... oh, yep. though she has a skirt hiked up high on her thighs, there's nothing covering the upper half of her body. and, yes, the rest of her is just as unfairly aesthetically-pleasing as the rest of her. it's as though every bit of her had some artist's planning behind it. the way tendrils of dark hair fall over her shoulders, curling over her collarbone, goes perfectly with the pallor of her skin.
she's showing off. she's making sure that the other woman can get a good look at her as he reaches out to take her wrist. important papers or not, she's going to gently tug, trying to draw the Inquisitor's hand toward the general direction of her face.]
Can't you wait five little minutes...?