Her impish features screw up in annoyance as she tosses the hot, faintly glowing liquid down her throat and slams the empty shot glass upside down on the wet bar top. She has fifteen minutes every night to take a break, and goddess forbid her bull headed boss allow them to spend it in the back. No, they needed to be seen, needed to mingle. To Hades with mingling, is what her churning sea foam colored eyes glare loudly to the interruption behind her as she spins around on the cushioned stool, but her lips, her soft little pink lips puckered in the smallest hint of a pout say something different.
"Five more minutes and..."
His eyes have already dismissed the little nymph before she finishes her sentence, the whining tilt to her voice more then enough cue to seek another. Without a word he has already turned away from her and how her heart reverberates in her small chest, already lamenting the tragedy of his departure. He was Adonis, not an imitation but the Adonis, exhumed and searching for a companion for the next four months.
"Fuck" she growls, her bright gaze following his lean, well muscled form across the club. She adjusts her silky green hair, tucking a few errant strands behind slightly pointed ears before hopping off the stool, her carefully woven seagrass chemise clinging wetly to her lush curves. Just as she starts toward Adonis, her plan to slick wetly against him and offer her companionship for, well, eternity if he would like, her boss grabs her by the silver collar curled about her slender neck and tosses her back into the shallow wading pools scattered about the club. "Back to work nymph," the minotaur carefully sounds out past his wickedly curled tongue.
"... fuck ..."
taboo, assimilate, retribution