smash or pass for the collins siblings <3
"What, both of them?" She sits back, frowning, to think. Well, there's one easy answer: "Roger, of course, naturally." Though she does prefer her men with more... Ambition. There's something shiftless, idle about him that she doesn't find terribly attractive; it makes her wonder if in the act, he'd only lie there--imagine that, a man the one to lie back and think of England... She gives out an inelegant snort. Still, of course, yes, she would.
"Elizabeth..." Her hand idles low at her throat, fingertip running over its hollow. Well, why not? It isn't as though the woman's ugly. Would Margarethe enjoy herself? "Well, yes. Yes, I do think so." There's something so sentimentally noble about the woman--she thinks she'd be quite... Gifted, certainly, or willing to learn, and more than capable of it; but giving, too, no doubt, a thought that makes Margarethe preen, fingertips trailing down to the collar of her dress, finding its edge, rubbing the fabric.
