Who: Jaime and Isabela What: Jaime sort of dared Isabela to prove that certain things are better with occasional indulgence. When: Right after this Where: Jaime's room Warnings: Sexual content is a given. This is Isabela, and she's been dared. Language is also possible.
Oh it was on. Once someone dared Isabela to do something, oh she would do it. As long as it was something she liked, of course. Leading the charge into a group of abominations was not really her thing. But anything regarding forbidden pleasures? Oh, she was all over that. Jaime had dangled a carrot in front of her, and now she was going surpass whatever expectations he had. That was her goal, and she'd had enough experience in such things to be able to pull from a variety of places. If there was anything the pirate queen loved more than sex, it was leaving her mark, literally or figuratively. She did have a way of getting under people's guard and leaving a lasting impression that tended to be far different from their original perception of her.
So what was she going to do? Isabela wasn't the planning sort for bedroom activities, she liked going with what felt good in the moment. She did wonder just how much of an appetite Jaime had. Perhaps she could test that. She couldn't help the smirk on her face as she pushed her computer away, and looked herself over. Could she go to his room dressed the way she was? Of course not. What kind of seductress would she be without putting something on that accentuated her body? She grabbed some more appropriate clothes and changed into them. She debated taking her gold neckpiece off, but she felt naked without it. And she didn't want to be naked just yet, so she left it on. It could easily be taken off later, or left on if that would be the case.
"Now, time to give Lord Biceps a run for his coin." Isabela gave herself the once over in the mirror before she left her apartment and headed up to Jaime's. She took the stairs, mostly because she was still wary of the elevator, and she wanted to tease him with the wait. Things were also made better by anticipation, and Isabela wanted to build that up as much as possible. When she got to Jaime's floor, she slowly walked to his door, then finally knocked. Being polite and knocking sometimes was better than just letting herself in. How many times had she picked the lock on Hawke's house? Isabela had some form of manners, usually only when she wanted to use them, such as right now. The image Jaime would be greeted with upon opening the door would be of the dark-skinned pirate in a white corset-like top and a skirt that fell to about her mid-thigh. Isabela had a dislike of pants, so she rarely wore the things. She liked skirts and showing off her legs, among other things.
Jaime might've bitten off more than he could chew, but Isabela certainly hoped he hadn't.