Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

"You know I remain ever-curious, my darling," Liliana said, once that kiss was done, though she didn't follow it up with a further question. Instead, she was shifting position, turning around to straddle him, chilly hands cupping his face to bring it in for another kiss like he'd been thinking about earlier. Her mouth tasted like rich coffee, like cinnamon and sugar, like secrets and playfulness and magic; more than anything, it tasted like her. The balcony faced east towards the river, nothing and no one to see them but the sun and the water and a few sweetly-singing birds as Liliana let her dressing gown slide down and puddle at her waist, revealing creamy white skin sometimes marred by lines of an unreadable script.

"Tch, clothing," she said against his mouth as her hands busied themselves with his shirt. Yes, yes, she understood you felt more comfortable fully-dressed, Ignis (a terrible habit), but you had to admit her method of 'dressing' made things so much more...easily accessible.