Aphrodite Dionaea (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
callipygos) wrote2015-02-27 08:46 am
callipygos) wrote2015-02-27 08:46 am
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Aphrodite has been feeling hungry for gossip.
Well, 'hungry' may be too strong a term. Peckish, perhaps. In need of a light nibble. And, since there is no place in the manifold universe better for the acquisition of interesting tidbits than Milliways, she's sitting at the Bar with a fragrant drink that seems primarily to involve whiskey, cherry, and orange bitters.
She has on a sleek black trenchcoat (for secrecy) and a pair of high high heels (for the femme fatale in her).
Well, 'hungry' may be too strong a term. Peckish, perhaps. In need of a light nibble. And, since there is no place in the manifold universe better for the acquisition of interesting tidbits than Milliways, she's sitting at the Bar with a fragrant drink that seems primarily to involve whiskey, cherry, and orange bitters.
She has on a sleek black trenchcoat (for secrecy) and a pair of high high heels (for the femme fatale in her).
no subject
"Oh, please."
If he has a rescued kitten, clearly he has higher priorities than sex!
no subject
Aphrodite finishes off her drink and sets down the glass, which promptly disappears.
"Just think about it, all right?" She extends her fingers towards Miss Thing, adding in a cooing tone, "Think about it a little bit."