Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Nina
Master Myx unwinds from his seat in a slow but deliberate movement; his coat gapes to expose his bare chest and the exquisitely detailed tattoo of a cherry tree in blossom emblazoned across his skin. He takes your hand in his own - his skin is cool, his body temperature evidently colder than your own but not unpleasantly so - an d lays a single kiss across the back of your hand. "Miss Ivy," he says with an absolutely straight face, "I am indeed called by that name. What's this that brings you to me; combat? Surely you must have a cadre of admirers aching to protect that beautiful frame of yours."
Master Myx unwinds from his seat in a slow but deliberate movement; his coat gapes to expose his bare chest and the exquisitely detailed tattoo of a cherry tree in blossom emblazoned across his skin. He takes your hand in his own - his skin is cool, his body temperature evidently colder than your own but not unpleasantly so - an d lays a single kiss across the back of your hand. "Miss Ivy," he says with an absolutely straight face, "I am indeed called by that name. What's this that brings you to me; combat? Surely you must have a cadre of admirers aching to protect that beautiful frame of yours."