[There's a nervous thump of her heart, a flush to her cheeks as she dares to step just a little closer. He really is like a wolf, that grin on his face and the gleam in his eyes doing something enchanting to lure her in. Beyond that, there is a curiosity to see what he might do—to see more of this playful side of Eustace that she so rarely gets to see.
So, she does come hither, stopping directly in front of him and setting her painted skull on the bar's counter, long forgotten, and her eyes are wide and eager as she stares up at him...]
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So, she does come hither, stopping directly in front of him and setting her painted skull on the bar's counter, long forgotten, and her eyes are wide and eager as she stares up at him...]