Under Darkness [AU]

[Isabela]

Isabela laughs. "I guess you'd better ask him. I doubt Ifrit can do the other thing I can do." 

[Tethras Clan]

"...if I ask, will I regret it?" Aveline asks warily, though there's a smile lurking in her eyes.

[Isabela]

She smirks, then makes her way across the pool to Aveline, letting her hips sway as she does. She leans in close, her eyes meeting Aveline's, and asks in a low, seductive tone, "You never asked why I named my ship the Siren's Call?"

[Tethras Clan]

Aveline swallows with a suddenly dry throat. "I-" She coughs. "I assumed it was... tradition?" Her eyes dart to Hawke, silently asking what she should do right now.

[Marian Hawke]

Hawke's no help; her eyes are firmly fixed on Isabela's ass. 

[Isabela]

Isabela reaches down to trace one fingernail along Aveline's cheek. "Nope," she whispers, a mischievous look in her eye. "Wanna see if you can make me sing?"

[Tethras Clan]

Aveline's eyes skim down Isabela, lingering on her hand and face the longest. "Only... only if..." Aveline takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, though it doesn't diminish the heat in her eyes. "I might at that," she confesses. "But I won't be just... driftwood. If... if we... sing together, I'm a port you come back to." What am I even saying? That doesn't make any sense, what are you doing idiot?

[Isabela]

Isabela laughs, playing it off. "Well, then, perhaps our little songbird would like to demonstrate?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Yes, ma'am!" chirps Hawke. 

[Isabela]

"Ma'am?" asks Isabela, a note of warning in her voice. 

[Marian Hawke]

"Yes, Cap'n!"

[Tethras Clan]

Aveline snorts. "You're as much a captain as I am," she says, letting Isabela wiggle free. That can be a talk for another time. "...even if Hawke makes a very nice, uh, deckswab." That's a thing, right?

Before they can continue, the door opens, Zevran calling out cheerfully, "dinner is here, with a delightful surprise as well!"

"Delightful I'll grant you, but your cock isn't much of a surprise to any of the three of us by this point," Aveline calls back without thinking, eyes widening in shock and horror as her brain catches up.

[Marian Hawke]

Hawke loses it, dissolving into a fit of giggles. 

[Isabela]

Isabela, on the other hand, puts on a pout, tilting her head as she turns toward Zevran. "Well, perhaps Zevran's up for a taste of my particular racial talents, then."

[Tethras Clan]

"Another underwater oral competition?" Zevran asks brightly as he enters the spa area proper. He pauses to give the three ladies admiring glances- a wink for Hawke, a smirk for 'bela and a smile for Aveline.

"How did this happen to me?" Aveline mutters to herself. "You're all terrible influences, corrupting a pure, innocent paladin like myself this way."