[ On this chilly night, Kassandra wouldn't hesitate to admit she will miss the warmth of another body upon hers. The cold finds her almost immediately after the woman plops off of her, and sufficed to say, it takes all her strength just to push herself up into a seated position— only so that she will not miss another chance to lay her eyes upon her pretty, partially-masked face. If that isn't resolve, she doesn't know what is. ]
— And? [ She only allows her a moment to process her meaning until she clarifies, in a tone no less than deliberately flirty: ] Do you like what you see?
[ Because Kassandra certainly does. She sweeps her gaze over her strange uniform, a smile dancing lightly upon her lips. She's never seen leather worn like that— a comment she will save for a better moment than this. ]
Your guess is as good as mine. As the recipient of your... [ She gestures; what in Hades was that other than just... cute? ] — Misunderstanding, I think I'm owed an explanation. Who exactly was the lucky person you thought you saw?
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— And? [ She only allows her a moment to process her meaning until she clarifies, in a tone no less than deliberately flirty: ] Do you like what you see?
[ Because Kassandra certainly does. She sweeps her gaze over her strange uniform, a smile dancing lightly upon her lips. She's never seen leather worn like that— a comment she will save for a better moment than this. ]
Your guess is as good as mine. As the recipient of your... [ She gestures; what in Hades was that other than just... cute? ] — Misunderstanding, I think I'm owed an explanation. Who exactly was the lucky person you thought you saw?