Her voice is throaty and low, perfectly modulated, as elegant as her clothing and carriage, but when she gives her new acquaintance an appraising glance up and down, there's a distinctly amused sparkle in her eyes, as if she's been waiting for him all this time and has known him for a thousand years already.
Phryne has built herself a perfect formula of facades. She's the sultry voice and knowing eyes of seduction, the bubbly grace of a polished hostess, a hidden dagger in a garter belt, and she's perfectly self-possessed -- even while speaking with a strange man in a marketplace some unimaginable distance from her own time and place. Not a thing dents her ready smile as it curves towards him. "Looking for a souvenir to bring back home?"
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Her voice is throaty and low, perfectly modulated, as elegant as her clothing and carriage, but when she gives her new acquaintance an appraising glance up and down, there's a distinctly amused sparkle in her eyes, as if she's been waiting for him all this time and has known him for a thousand years already.
Phryne has built herself a perfect formula of facades. She's the sultry voice and knowing eyes of seduction, the bubbly grace of a polished hostess, a hidden dagger in a garter belt, and she's perfectly self-possessed -- even while speaking with a strange man in a marketplace some unimaginable distance from her own time and place. Not a thing dents her ready smile as it curves towards him. "Looking for a souvenir to bring back home?"