Okay, okay -- so this was Waldo the fucking Hobgoblin, why was she hesitating? It wasn't like she hadn't had to do some questionable flirting to get this far, what was a little more?
Lyssandra smirked as she leaned forward on the couch, kissing Waldo slowly and making sure that she got in just enough tongue that he wasn't going to be left wanting, as it were.
...she was only momentarily puzzled to find that her mouth was suddenly a lot more minty than it had been a few moments before. She blew a (rather pitiful) bubble and mused with an arched brow, "I would have figured you for a Drooble's bloke."
...smooth. Really smooth.
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