The dark man grinned at her, and the woman only cocked her head at him. She gazed at the stranger through a single eye, taking in his muscled form. The scars were plan on his chest; he was a fighter. That boded ill on many accounts, but he was still an attractive man. Isabella could look past a dangerous man. They were usually the most powerful lovers, with the strength she enjoyed feeling. Such power was enough to make her forget her distrust of men in the moment, and enjoy the services she provided. But that was neither here nor there. It was hard not to think of it though, built as this man was. Isabella had a terribly tough time passing up a handsome face. And her clients had to be attractive enough for her.
It was almost as if the two of them were taking one another in to analyze. Both were clearly players of a dangerous game. However, the situation was terribly difficult for her. Rarely did she encounter someone who was not completely susceptible to her. But she had not tried her best, nor did she feel the need to. His gaze on her was hungry, that much she could tell. Plenty of men had looked at her that way. She was an object in their eyes and that was the way it ought to stay. There was cruel intelligence behind his gaze, though, so the dark woman eyed him warily.
She gave him an admiring smile, noting his own sweetened tones. It was strange on a man such as him, she thought. But she had to give him some credit; it was well done. Her admiration of him ended there though. she eyed him warily enough as he straightened, alcohol in his hand. A man with drink was a risk to everyone, unless he knew how to handle it well.
Isabella adjusted her hair, slowly pulling it out of her face, letting the motion define her breasts to his eager gaze. "You know well you do not see a maiden," she said plainly enough, throwing the man a coy look. The dark hybrid sighed heavily, patting the mare's neck. "Nothing particularly special brings me to this place," she said, attempting a disarming smile. It was a lackluster effort. She could tell the man was more astute than most. "I look for a city."
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