Ninaeleth giggled a little as he laid it on thick. She wiggled her rump onto a comfy pillow and peered at the deck, wondering...then she cut close to the bottom, about three from the last card.
She inhaled the insense and let it cloud around her mind. Scent was such a powerful and underated sense.
She was well hooked waiting for the gods to dish the goods. He was so very well set up, this was so much fun.
"Am I to meet a tall dark stranger?" she purred back at him. She had spunk, but it was usually well hidden under layers of control, responsibility and a thirst for getting ahead in life. She wanted so bad to make her father proud of her.