ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
Namaah smirked at Kennet's dead-pan reply. Ever the straight man to their macabre comedy duo. Everything eventually succumbs to its physical desires, needs. This Djinn would be no different. When it does, oh, how Namaah wanted to be there. Feel and drink that fire. Maybe make her fat and contented with energy like some domesticated cat. Wouldn't that be grand?
The succubus slowly took the dress from off the hanger, watching the micromovements of Kennet's expression while gracefully putting the empty hanger back up on the rack behind her, never breaking the Ringmaster's gaze. "Are you going to help me put it on?" Namaah offered the garment to the Djinn. "I promise to stand nice and still," she purred.