@DoomyCakez
Lips had parted in a shallow display of ivory fangs from rogue lips, a red tipped nail tapping against the hem of the jet black gown as it curved over her propped up knee. An idle insignificant action that was merely a visual distraction for the Kurohime. Her eyes, depths of unwavering gold, remained vacantly staring upon the tense form of her guest, Sergei. A disturbing sight. A deep breath and a shift of her position caused her to lean her side against the sofa, her arm curved upon the back as she had her legs up and resting at her side, causing the layer of black silk to pool in waves around her, accentuating the black lines that curled around pale flesh to lead up to a rose painted in void like black upon her skin that was soon covered by her unoccupied arm resting upon it.
A flash of concern had cast a hue against liquid gold as she had suddenly brought a smile across her lips, the quick change in behavior suppressing anything that was once visibly upon her features once more. Despite her usual teasing protests, Reika said nothing as the red head had taken her glass and drank, instead smiling as she chuckled lightly. A light hum passed her lips as a hand reached out to him, her fingers resting against his cheek where she felt the stubble beneath her touch, causing her smile to dim all for the sake of making Sergei stray from the topic of his annoyance.
"Don't worry about the bet, I'll make sure to win." She stated, a dark grin spreading across her features as she stared at him with a sly gaze from behind dark lashes, red painted talons rasping one by one against the pale skin of her cheek as she bared her fangs at him in retaliation.
"But sure honey, If you win then sure. However, If I win...~" The words rolled lowly off her tongue, a hint of shadows looming across her features as she continued.
"Then you tell me the meaning of the word, okay? No tricks." Reika had suddenly, far to quickly, taken her streak of sadism and buried it deep as her expression softened.
"The next bet we do sweetie, these are the wagers!~"
The pink haired woman did not shift back to look at the crowd, instead had remained facing Sergei as she settled her head against her curved arm, smile fading to a pursed line of bloody red, gold shifting as the black of her pupils seemed to suddenly take on more definition, drowning the gold in its grasp.
"On to a more important...very important topic." She cooed despite the serious like marring her features, fingers having curled into the material of her dress.
"That despicable stubble."
Although she seemed honestly angry about the fact, Reika was far from it. In fact, she was amused. The corner of her lips would threaten to rise as she tried to keep them firmly pursed but every now and then the red would seem to come closer to her eyes, threatening to break her spell. To be honest, there were other things concerning the mobster pirate that worried and angered her more. The stubble was her way to drag him, forcefully, from his irritated state and to a new one. Hopefully, a more playful one.
With her chin propped up on her arm, eyes half lidded as she remained still to allow a soft, amused grin tear its way to her expression as it became devilish to some degree. Then she stood. Pulling herself up slowly from her position, the woman had practically spun around from her seat so her feet were now on the ground as she stood and walked over towards her
'prey' with slow predatory steps.
"But for stubble to appear, you had to be to busy to be rid of it, specially if you knew you would be seeing me...~" The woman had murmured in a breathy whisper, grin becoming a devious smirk.
"So why do you tell me where you were for two months, Sergei?" The honorifics and nickname was gone within an instance as she reached over, winding a strand of red hair around her finger, the shade of his hair standing against her nails dark colour.