04-16-2025, 11:50 AM
The sly smile she gave in reaction to a successfully identified mark was swallowed by Roza’s kiss, which was far more consuming than the games they played with others. It filled her up like an empty vessel, the feelings and passions that poured through and filtered back like an eternal circle. Esper was still smiling slyly as they broke apart, and her eyes upturned to the man in question as he approached with drinks. He was old, thirties at least. Appearance mattered little to her, but it did to others, so she looked him up and down with a hungry sort of interest. It wasn’t the outside she was assessing though; inside there was plenty of malleable feeling to twist to their advantage. He would be easy to hook, and once he was, Esper would ensure he wouldn’t get away. Assuming he fit their criteria anyway.