ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
Heat. Its energy was a thousand suns baking over a stretch of rolling sand. Spices and stardust. Naamah truly shivered this time, gripping at Kennet's lapel with a gluttonous desire. "I'd suffer through," the succubus murmured, her voice sounding warped like different throats saying the same words at once.
Now that the succubus had all that power so close, Naamah didn't want it to move away. She bristled with the disappointment. Off came the piece of cotton, discarded somewhere in finely packed space of this particular costume trailer.
Kennet worked in an efficient and bored fashion picking through the clothes for something suitable. Naamah was quite tedious, wasn't it? The succubus smiled to itself while padding back around the Djinn to stand in front of it once more this time nude. The packaging was exotic and stunning. It was always stunning...
This one adorned with a hopscotch of tattoos and petite curves and feral features. "I'd like to dress you," it purred, tattoo covered fingers going for the buttons of Kennet's vest. Just how far would the Djinn allow for the succubus to play this game? There went two buttons...