Instead of looking abashed at the slot machine read, Marina's eyes sparkle. She leans in closer, just shy of nudging against Tyler's arm, and bats long eyelashes his way. Her makeup is extremely on point for a nun.
"Oh, but who said anything about change?" She plays pretend further, "The divine is guiding our hand," she makes a gesture to the read out. Yeah. So divine.
"And at least one of ours mouths," a giggle, Tyler might realize he's being, like, pranked about now, "will you join me in the confessional, handsome sinner? So we might purge these terrible desires?"
She gives him a long wink. On the lid of her left eye is a dark mark, the Clubs suit of a fellow player, looking like it was carved into her skin.
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Date: 2024-02-19 04:24 pm (UTC)"Oh, but who said anything about change?" She plays pretend further, "The divine is guiding our hand," she makes a gesture to the read out. Yeah. So divine.
"And at least one of ours mouths," a giggle, Tyler might realize he's being, like, pranked about now, "will you join me in the confessional, handsome sinner? So we might purge these terrible desires?"
She gives him a long wink. On the lid of her left eye is a dark mark, the Clubs suit of a fellow player, looking like it was carved into her skin.