#arcanerp / #leaguerp 𝘾𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣, Piltover's best shot. The so-said dictator, a mourning lamb to sacrifice. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

To love another person is to see them as God intended them to be.

sip of her wine, enjoying the band behind them; the dimmed light falling exactly over her face&chest.

,,Fifteen. There's some bigger portions, some smaller. It's meant to usually be one bite or similar." She explained, that's why they were tasting courses. For the next time, she already knew she'd rather bring Vi to a restaurant one could order from. She took a gentle, limited

pleased, bliss decorating her features, happy. ,,Fuck, this is the perfect balance of tones... lord."

Upon the leave of the waiter, Caitlyn immediately looked at the disappointed expression of her lover, rolling her eyes. ,,There's a lot of courses, don't look so sad. Like a beaten puppy." A tease, letting go, taking her fork to take a tiny, little bite. There, she'd hum all

exactly one. Small, well-decorated, nicely presented. The waiter explained the tastes as well as the message behind the dish itself. Most likely a monologue learned overtime.

,,It's okay, baby. I promise it will be much more enjoyable soon." She caressed the back of his hand, holding it again. Genuine, twinkling eyes full of reassurance. There, their first plate arrived, alongside with their paired drinks; the dish being barely a bite size, perhaps

couple of possibilities for such body language. And there, she wasn't sure.

,,Vi? Eyes here." She added, bluntly; a little sternly, forwardly. Almost coming off as an order. Bossing him around so naturally. ,,What's wrong? Nervous?" She tilted her head, confused. Although usually, she'd most likely get it right away, this situation brought along a

at his index, then his middle finger, letting go. ,,So, look around. You notice all those high society people? They will be like Zaunite's in Last Drop in the matter of thirty minutes." Then, someone finally noticed her presence and voíla — began talking to her. How obnoxious.

beaming at him. ,,Puppy boy, truly." She noted, kissing along his knuckles, then fingers. Teasingly, she bit at the tips of his fingers, eyes locked together. As provocative as one gets, the people swarming around them just dancing to the jazz played, yet Caitlyn subtly suckled

Noticing him, she just giggles to herself, taking her cropped, fuzzy jacket off and allowing one of the staff members to hang it for her, fixing the corset, her breasts nicely lifted. The effect of a push-up bra, yet it was simply a corset. She took his hands into her own,

immediately focused all her attention towards Vi, droppings the preppy dialogue&mannerism, just relaxing. A wide, loving smile.

have the greatest liquors served alongside each dish. For each dish, the most fitting liquor. Caitlyn on the other hand, would gladly accept their most treasured bottle of red wine, brought to their table. Upon the discussion itself and their tonight's bartender, Caitlyn

completely calm. She followed the bartender towards their table, alongside with Vi. There, they were presented with speech of their 15 course taste menu, paired with exquisite wine&desserts. Caitlyn immediately explained her needs for the evening, how she wished for Vi to

The clinginess had Caitlyn in the slightest euphoria, loving when Vi dropped his big&mighty demeanor and actually expressed his needs through body language alone. No need for words. She held him tighter, closer, as if the separation anxiety struck both of them, yet, Caitlyn was

There, they have gotten guided towards their table.

velvet carpet; mahogany, shiny windows, golden handles, clean. Caitlyn took the initiative as whole, hooking her arm with Vi's, instead of holding his hand. ,,We have a reservation for the Kiramman's," she spoke right past the entrance, as the door was held open for them.

,,After dinner. After two drinks." She said, all high&confident, nose up, as her feline—like, elegant strut came in place. She lead the way towards the exquisite, lit up place, crowded, but the jazz resonated even outside. Modern, yet elegant, true, old money ambience. Rouge,

her dress once more, stockings; making sure her garters are in place. ,,So, no stupid words. Or— less of them. That's all. You can be as underground&ghetto as you wish to be, past that." The usage of her words was simply playful, joking around, as she stretched her hand out.