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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dora couldn't help but peek from under her lashes. It might not take a perfect body to catch her eye, but that didn't mean she was blind to a nice body either. And he did have a nice one. "It went well," she said, holding a hand out and wiggling her newly painted fingers at him. "Your haircut looks quite good," she told him.

She sniffed slightly and put her nose in the air, peeking at him with amused eyes from the corners. "Why, sir! I am not naked," she informed him in a teasingly prim tone. "Can you not see I have kept this grace saving breastband?" And knickers, and the towel. She grinned at him, though she might just be blushing a little bit, damn her pale Scottish skin. She was a tad self conscious, truth be told, given she wasn't prone to just getting naked in front of a guy. "So you might wish to plan for dinner anyway."

She propped her chin on her folded hands, head turned his way. It wasn't just the almost naked thing she was self conscious about, for the Mark was the only thing she had glamoured today. Her other scars were visible, here and there, most notably the one on one shoulder that looked like someone had doodled on it with a knife. Which would be pretty accurate. The others were mostly small aside from it, but her skin wasn't flawless. She feigned confidence pretty well, though, and the banter helped with that. She smirked faintly at him. "And it's not everyday, sir, that a man simply strips for me, so I suppose we're somewhat even."