The cool and collected Rhydric cool raised a brow, his lips pressed into a line as he took in Athena's movement. His posture didn't shift, but his eyes lingered a moment longer than usual.
Theodore had a wide grin plastered across his face, leaning casually against the snooker table. " Shit…did she really moved like that? Fuck my dick is so hard…"
Azrael, unreadable as ever, let his gaze travel over Athena, the faintest corner of a smirk tugging at his lips. He didn't move, didn't intervene, but his eyes… his eyes said everything. That damn white hair. That sway. The way she ignored them all. He almost…almost felt like he could just watch her dance forever.
And then there was Eryx. Who was a minute from dragging her out of the dancing floor…then she started moving to his surprise. She was dancing, her body swaying confidently to the point that fire lit up his body.
And she was good. Damn good.
