Thread: Wicked Deception (Orgasmo vs. Silver Lining)

It was the beginning of a simple greeting, yet it quickly turned into a statement that Evelyn possibly could not ignore. When spoken to, her head slowly turned towards the source. Well, if it wasn't Mr. Woodcock. A slender brow happened to arch in curiosity, finding his immediate words to be amusing. Really? Did he actually think she was not being pummeled with attention? Though it wasn't immediate or as bold as his own showcasing, it was definitely there. Least to say, the ones who admired and tried to gauge her attention were far too frightened to do it themselves. Instead, they hoped the natural tides of nature would take the reigns and settle the Brazilian bombshell within their laps. That wasn't going to happen, and somewhat intrigued, she couldn't quite say she wasn't enjoying Darryll's introduction. Though amusing, it was impressive in the sense that he wasn't backing down from a challenge. Thus, she casually turned about, leaning the small of her back against the frigid edge of the elegant bar, keeping her gaze poised on him the entire time. Well lucky me, then, she began in a slow, sultry drawl. I was so wishing for a knight in shining... Her words cut off and her gaze trickled down his form carefully, until finally settling upon his shoes. She smiled, the cute quirk of her plush lips signaling that she certainly enjoyed what she saw. Aldo wedge tips...I do have to say, quite a sense of fashion you uphold, she complimented, though didn't seem too taken back but such. In fact, she looked somewhat uninterested, keeping her general presence casual yet welcoming. A brief clearing of a throat behind her, and she reached back, grabbing the offered martini without losing her train of focus. A small swirling of gin and vermouth followed suit, and she delicately picked up the skewered olive. Whilst she settled the small morsel in between her teeth, she wrapped her lips about the glass cocktail brochette, unable to help but giggle at the mentioning of her height. Her left leg bent, playfully tipping her foot upwards to roll her ankle and showcase the impressive stiletto she wore. She always had enjoyed her heels... Add about a foot and...two inches to that estimate, she mused, swallowing down the olive before sipping at her drink contently. Are you implying that you have something against smaller women, Evelyn questioned, knowing very well that she was significantly petite. However, she enjoyed her size very much. She had always claimed she wasn't small, but rather fun-size. It had led to many compromising positions that allowed a few certain partners of her's to hoist her up with little effort and keep her pinned to any surface they could possibly find that lay vertical. She wasn't complaining, and she knew they definitely were not either. The young scholar had all the reason to boast about being a wondrous lover. Now, would this particular gentleman find out such luscious information? Only time would tell, as she still had yet to make up her mind about him. He was definitely a handful, but certainly nothing she could not handle. If anything, she was worried about whether or not he would be able to keep his grip on her . After all, Evelyn could give a man a run for his money, and that was not speaking literally.