The crimson hued girl watched as the gentleman tilted his crown to look at her. A mirroring smirk appeared on his features, and she added a more devious hint to her façade. "Well, I've decided that I'm not getting any younger sitting here. Might as well get on with my life, am I right? What's your name?" This response elicited a small laugh and a slight roll of her eyes. The varg smiled, almost hypnotized by her appearance or presence. Either way, she didn’t care. She was getting to play a game she hadn’t yet tried her paw in. And she loved it, but she was losing. She had failed long before she’d muttered a word. This was a game Nova wouldn’t understand for years to come. “Nova Prospekt, but please, call me Nova.” Nova smiled devilishly, her natural instincts starting to take over. “And what about yourself mister?” She teased in a seductive tone, her tail trailing the brutes spine as she proceeded to circle him.

He chuckled lightly and shook his head as if to tell her that she was bad girl, but she only giggled in return. She was losing her composure on top of her mind. She was bound for hellish destruction. “And what about you? What’s brought a youngling like you out here? You’re perfection, and any guy would snatch you up at the chance. I mean, a pretty little lady like you might as well be a fish swimming into a sea full of sharks. So what do you say you stick to one guy? Stick with me? I’ll protect you.” He was all charm and she was all over it, but Nova’s snarky attitude gave her one last shot for freedom and a full escape, though she wouldn’t take it. “Well everyone else seems to like to play the game of love and it’s never too early to start, is it?” She winked teasingly, and continued to speak. “And who’s to say you aren’t a shark waiting to bite, on me?”

Nova stopped in front of the grey and white varg, her midnight eyes holding a certain gleam. She turned her crown towards him, focusing on his blue pools. The smirking façade returned as she sat down. Her tail wrapped lightly around her paws, her fur sleek to her bodice showing every curve and crevasse on her trim figure.