He must. Strange let a smirk grave his lips, and again, he summoned his magic, hands slipping through the air between them. Her clothing changed. One moment a tasteful outfit, the next it was a clingy, black silk negligee that showed off every curve. "I am an artist." He said +
ǝɓuɐɹʇS ɹoʇɔoꓷ
“By all means do what you must..” she smiled, the glint in her eyes fading to something more genuine. She sat on the side of his bed, taking one of the pastries off of the platter that he had conjured.
“I think eventually I might move in with you Stephen..maybe learn the mystical arts..”
𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒚
"Hopefully silky and leaving just enough to my imagination to give you the upper hand. Unless you prefer things to be more carnal?"
