[ She looks like she belongs here, which she does. The room smells like everything Fjord loves and as he makes his way over to Aphrodite he feels himself mildly sober up when his lips meet the exposed nape of her neck, the wine bottle placed on the vanity near a brush and hairpins. His breath is hot and he hums a greeting, trailing his fingers down her arms. ]
You look beautiful ...
[ Fjord smells like the sea and a little like alcohol, although the worst has blown off during his walk up to the temple. ]
How is the most gorgeous goddess in any world today?
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You look beautiful ...
[ Fjord smells like the sea and a little like alcohol, although the worst has blown off during his walk up to the temple. ]
How is the most gorgeous goddess in any world today?