When the Hell did that happen?
"Mn," is her refrained protest. Just a soft sound. Disappointed. Almost a huff, but not quite.
Her eyes open again to look at her - but Beatrice is already hurrying for the door, leaving the 'sorceress' standing there. When the door shuts, she lets her gaze lower to her bare toes, distantly reminded that her people left to find her slippers what felt like ages ago. But more prescient on her mind is the way Beatrice looked. The way she spoke. Her voice, so pitchy and cute, like a songbird. Her eyes, so wide and sweet, even sparkling. The way her hair has just a bit of bounce to it when she moves. And how nice her body looks, the slim lines of her waist and hips. The way she feels--
The door opened again, and Nefret's head lifts sharply to spot her. She came back!? Did she want a second ki-- oh.
The door shuts again, leaving Nefret staring after it.
She left without her shirt. What a goof.
Nefret decides to offer her a final look and makes her way to the door again. She pulls it open, only to nearly ram face-first into the impressive meatwall that is Odion. She jumps back a step in shock before staring up at him accusingly.
No response. He only holds up a pair of embroidered slippers dangling from two fingers.
~fini~
