#valor-rowe

If they were directly paid for the service, yeah.

[text]: I want to meet Ares. 

“You say it like it’s such a bad thing” the brunette replied with a catty smirk before shrugging her shoulders lightly, taking a deep breath before leaning in closer to his ear, his lips barely brushing his earlobe “I can be very bad-behaved if needed be” Angelica murmurs before facing him again with an almost angelic smile, her doe eyes sparkling with amusement and fondness “I can be considerate when I care about someone” she adds before pulling her lower lip with her teeth, gently “And I can be a straight up bitch if someone gets either in my way, my nerves or messes with someone I love. Hell, I can be all of that at once” then, the club owner flashed a smirk to the photographer, tilting her head slightly “But sweet? Never.”

The club owner blinked a couple times upon hearing Valor’s query, her orbs focused on his own as she searched for answers, for an indication or a way to persuade him into changing the subject. That was the downside of feeling so comfortable around someone: not being able to lie to them, nor hide your deepest secrets from them. “I—” she began with a quivering voice, chewing on her lower lip anxiously and apologetically before shifting her gaze to her lap, fidgeting. The ever eloquent brunette began to struggle with words, not quite any type of semantics she could use to express what was happening in her mind. “What’s the difference, Val? Would anything change if I said I do have feelings for you?” Angelica inquired, her voice barely a murmur as her brain began to work on eighteen scenarios of how things could end between the pair if she did. All of them wrecking them apart, each one of them ending in heartache.  They had been friends for so long, they had been co-existing in eachother’s thoughts and lives for so long, changing their system appeared to be a sacrilege. She finally looked up at the male with uncertainty while taking a deep breath, placing her hand on his chest whilst taking step closer to him “Would you think different of me?” then she quirked up an eyebrow “Do you feel something for me?”