[ There's something distinctly different when it comes to being admired by the female gaze than the male one in that Hilda had always found herself appreciating it more. She can feel the slight trail of green eyes on her but she waves away the feeling and Aerith's curiosity as nothing more than that.
Instead her eyes gaze over the spread which she had to begrudgingly admit looks appetizing as it smells. Even with her rumbling stomach there's a somewhat critical lens at which she appraises the gray. Leave it to the resort to slip something with an aphrodisiac into it. The bowl of round, bright grapes however seem to be the most innocuous so that's what she goes for first. Plucking one off of the stem she then offers one towards Aerith. ]
It's a little like that in varying shades and flavours. As for not playing...
[ Her gaze darkens, eyes flitting towards the dormant club tattoo on the inside of her wrist. ]
Your tattoo will get darker if you don't and speaking from others, each of the suits come with their own set of effects. [ Because of course they do. ] And if you don't have sex after that you apparently start turning into stone.
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Instead her eyes gaze over the spread which she had to begrudgingly admit looks appetizing as it smells. Even with her rumbling stomach there's a somewhat critical lens at which she appraises the gray. Leave it to the resort to slip something with an aphrodisiac into it. The bowl of round, bright grapes however seem to be the most innocuous so that's what she goes for first. Plucking one off of the stem she then offers one towards Aerith. ]
It's a little like that in varying shades and flavours. As for not playing...
[ Her gaze darkens, eyes flitting towards the dormant club tattoo on the inside of her wrist. ]
Your tattoo will get darker if you don't and speaking from others, each of the suits come with their own set of effects. [ Because of course they do. ] And if you don't have sex after that you apparently start turning into stone.