[The voice is like a rumbling curl in the ear, low and husky and somehow clearly audible despite the general hustle and bustle of the market street. It draws attention to the speaker where she casually leans over an iron railing near an alley mouth, a long-legged northern beauty with hair like tinted ice and eyes so black as to reflect nothing at all. Because of the way she stands, a substantial amount of cleavage marked in ink with golden honeycomb spilling down from her shoulder and giant hornet on her breast is... in rather clear view beneath the somewhat unseasonable wrap of a pure white fur stole held shut with a skull-shaped brooch. She certainly doesn't seem bothered.
But if Tezca turns... her head cocks slightly, for just a moment, her lips curling up more deviously in the corners.]
Ahhhh, not a boy...
[Not this one. And my, what lovely skin. But what she wants in this moment... her pale fingers and perfectly manicured nails curl a bit in the air before pointing at the lit cigarette in the man's mouth with a long, silver-tipped kiseru pipe.]
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[The voice is like a rumbling curl in the ear, low and husky and somehow clearly audible despite the general hustle and bustle of the market street. It draws attention to the speaker where she casually leans over an iron railing near an alley mouth, a long-legged northern beauty with hair like tinted ice and eyes so black as to reflect nothing at all. Because of the way she stands, a substantial amount of cleavage marked in ink with golden honeycomb spilling down from her shoulder and giant hornet on her breast is... in rather clear view beneath the somewhat unseasonable wrap of a pure white fur stole held shut with a skull-shaped brooch. She certainly doesn't seem bothered.
But if Tezca turns... her head cocks slightly, for just a moment, her lips curling up more deviously in the corners.]
Ahhhh, not a boy...
[Not this one. And my, what lovely skin. But what she wants in this moment... her pale fingers and perfectly manicured nails curl a bit in the air before pointing at the lit cigarette in the man's mouth with a long, silver-tipped kiseru pipe.]
- Do you have a light... ?