The vain creature known as Caterina Primrose watched Edwin with blue eyes of a snake. Twinkling, trained, her blinks slow, calculated, planned. She leans a diamond embedded, corseted torso forward so that she may close distance between the two. Her warm, delicate hands slid soft up his chest, shoulders, to frame along the sides of his neck and jawline. “Oh, sweet, charming Edwin. Such a gentlemanly creature you are. Rough. I enjoy you. Do you think I am pretty, Edwin?”
Edwin’s lips broke into a grin at the sensation of warmth coming from Caterina. “But of course, Miss Primrose. You are the pinnacle of elegance of grace, i have always appreciated that.” He nodded to her. “I appreciate your compliments as well, although they are a bit sudden, no?” He raised an eyebrow, he considered them to be good friends, but the advance confused the man.










