( no response comes for another minute. the lean stretch into five, into ten — anora's brand of stage presence over a room, knowing how to sweat out an audience before the curtain opens. the longer the hush, the louder the entrance. some habits stay sharp like muscle memory, even after the work dries up.
when ani slips through the adjoining bathroom into embry's room, it's more like swanning into it: the practiced art of entering a room, and forcing it to notice you. the sash of her robe rests in a loose ribbon of an afterthought, not enough to scandalize — just an elegant laziness that somehow seems stylized, from the rumpled curls of her hair to the careless wrinkles in the satin. the bed gives a pleased little bounce under the dramatic, swooning drop of her weight, lips curled around a tart grin.
saccharine-sweet, rolling off her mouth like a maraschino cherry: ) Every time you call me a cunt, I add a zero to that price tag.
( odds say she'll be rich, hitting jackpot, by the end of the night. her spoon taps almost smugly, a tinny and silvery chime, when she dips into the first bowl. pops a sloppy scoop of blueberry cheesecake onto her tongue like the cat who got the cream. )
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when ani slips through the adjoining bathroom into embry's room, it's more like swanning into it: the practiced art of entering a room, and forcing it to notice you. the sash of her robe rests in a loose ribbon of an afterthought, not enough to scandalize — just an elegant laziness that somehow seems stylized, from the rumpled curls of her hair to the careless wrinkles in the satin. the bed gives a pleased little bounce under the dramatic, swooning drop of her weight, lips curled around a tart grin.
saccharine-sweet, rolling off her mouth like a maraschino cherry: ) Every time you call me a cunt, I add a zero to that price tag.
( odds say she'll be rich, hitting jackpot, by the end of the night. her spoon taps almost smugly, a tinny and silvery chime, when she dips into the first bowl. pops a sloppy scoop of blueberry cheesecake onto her tongue like the cat who got the cream. )