Words that seemed to flow with the same kind of sweetness filling the air as Aisha Connors waited somewhat awkwardly at the front desk of the Magnolia Bathhouse, as the soft and velvety tone of the lyrics that slipped into her ear like silk turned her head around the youngster couldn’t help but blush as she noticed the person who spoke them. A tall and curvaceous woman with hair as bright as the son seeming to glide toward the counter with the soft rapping of the wooden footwear she sported, with skin that seemed as white as ivory and yet to no degree pale and unspoiled this stranger seemed like the perfect contrast to the looks of the fourteen year old femme, whose slender, dark and slightly lazy-looking appearance looked almost the opposite image to this refined and ladylike character.
The figure that approached the foreign femme oozing a sense of confidence and charisma that made it hard to look away from her and even harder to speak, though Aisha was rarely the type of person who struggled to raise her voice she couldn’t help but feel a little but gobsmacked in that moment. A vision in voluptuousness prancing toward her with steady and purposeful steps that reminded one of a strutting deer or elegant pony, the little lady of lightning found that the very image of the woman made her cheeks burn and throat feel rather dry, it taking some effort and a deep breath to steady herself before she was finally able to speak.
“N-N-No…!” The mind of the mocha madam made into mush by the soft and sensual smile that was sent her way, with the pace of her pulse seeming to pick up as she exchanged an amber gaze with this graceful goddess the girl blurted out a slightly sharp reply born more of her desperation than anything, though immediately found her cheeks glowing more because of it.
“N-not that I, uh…” Quickly recognising how abruptly she had cut off the notion of her presence being about the good looks of the woman she met felt to her and feeling as if she had said something insulting even with a single stammered word, as the discomfort only continued for the desert delight she panicked and waved her hands as any hint of her caramel colour was wiped out by the redness of her face, attempting to deny the idea of not liking the looks of this stranger whilst also not quite confirm it either.
“A-Adriana a-asked me to… To help?” Not used to being in the presence of someone so beautiful really, and especially not one who knew how to flaunt her good looks as Bella Missandra was, the concept of attraction to someone of her own sex was new to the youngster and that only made her nervousness worse. Barely able to speak as she saw those lashes fluttered at her every word, each beat of those lids seemed to make her heart lurch into her throat and so Miss Connors tried her best to get down to business, hoping that maybe focusing on her job might have distracted her from that beauty enough to function, though she wasn’t exactly ‘high’ in such expectation really…
- Aisha Connors