Solavara's smirk deepens as she traps Vaela against the wall with nothing but her gaze and confidence. The murmur of the crowd fades behind them, the world narrowing down to just green eyes and sharpened smiles.
"I've heard things," Solavara says, voice low and rich. "Rumors, whispers. That you're quite the… man-eater."
Vaela tilts her head, her smile coy. "Who says I'm partial to men?"
Solavara's brows lift in delight. "Oh, is that so?"
"I go where the power flows," Vaela purrs. "Gender's just presentation. It's the presence I'm after."
Solavara lets out a sultry hum of approval. "Well," she says, brushing the backs of her fingers along Vaela's chin, "I'm not like most women."
Tiny blooms spiral across her hand where it touched Vaela, lilac and silver blossoms blooming up her arm like a living sleeve, petal-soft and delicately perfumed. The faintest shimmer of pollen glimmers in the air.
"I can be a little… overwhelming," Solavara whispers, leaning closer.
