#* she'll turn into a circus show dont test her

[illholy]

"Stay for a while?" Imelda coos, offering Judith her most winsome smile: all teeth that glint like moonlight, a promise to show more if only she were to be graced with a few more moments of Judith's time-- though what more constituted of could hardly be anything deemed innocent. But she keeps her lounging position, with legs daintily crossed and claws draped over the mossy fringe beneath her. The monster hides her teeth again. "It's been too long since I had good company."

█ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 ,     always   loved.

Judith is no artist but she thinks of   ' muses '   when she sees the tint of brown in this stranger's eyes  ━━━  that if she were a poet, it would have been written about her   &   that painters dream of unruly hair cascading down amongst the mold of her body,  the pleats and fold of her clothe's falling fabric are nothing but romantic, perfectly placed to alight daydreams of peeling them off.    Judith is no artist, but she knows she does not need to be one to understand temptation.   

❝ Thank you for your generosity.  ❞    She willfully stays,  saunters to her make shift throne and lays herself along the floor, rest her cheek against the cushion of her lounge.    ❝ though, not one good company ?  should I assume I'm good enough for you ? ❞     and she is looking at her expectantly,  doe eyes needy behind spectacles.  tell her how good she is - or she suppose she needs to show Imelda first ?     she doesn't mind performing.