S O L E I L
The fallen noble was no stranger to the effects of drugs, in fact she used them quite often to relax muscles that she did not even realize were tightly coiled. Her choices tended to be a little safer in the long term use, but she had no qualms with something a little stronger -- or something that could take her to a different level of ease.
She lounged amongst the bodies of strangers, sprawled out into a comfortable position between them and several of the floor pillows. The ivory blonde strands of her hair had been braided by a lazy hand, someone else inside the den of opium. The idea of someone touching her hair should have been enough to cause her to snap at the perpetrator, but given the circumstances and her current…state she could not have cared less.
Her eyes fell closed and opened again several times, some odd passage of time passing around her in the haze. She was aware that she had been in here far too long, but she could not think of another place to be -- and what establishment would kick out a well-paying customer. She stretched, her golden skin brushing against the bodies of other -- eliciting a collection of groans, murmurs and sighs. She can hear the shuffle of feet, the careful tread of others as they step over bodies.
Quiet murmurs of conversation roll through the space, a laugh, though she can not recount anything that interests her long enough to pay attention. She takes a slow and steady breath, just about to close her eyes once more and let the euphoria take her when she felt a gentle pressure on her hip. Her ear twitches in a mild annoyance, a sigh passing from her lips as she lifts her head to ensure that the stranger was not about to try anything stupid.
The stallion’s eyes were dark, meeting her sleepy gaze with one that she interpreted to mean that he’d only just arrived. She raised a brow at him, shifting herself just enough to sit up but not to disrupt his position there on her rump. In the shadow of the tent, she could not quite make him out completely but that did not matter too much.
”And just what is so funny?” She asked succulently. She reaches out to play with his hair absently, twirling a particularly long weft of ivory hair lazily.
ooc: -shrugs- i have no idea xD @
