Desert Rat
Tempo tilted their head, a soft expression forming as they took in the sight of those eyes and the scars. "Oh... I see," they murmured, a note of understanding in their voice. With a graceful motion, Tempo began to hike up their dress, revealing the intricate lacing of their high-heeled, platform stiletto shoes adorned with long ribbons. "It's fine, darling. I don't mind if you can't see my outfit. But perhaps later, you'd like to feel it," he suggested, a playful tone lacing his words as he slipped off the shoes from his manicured feet.
Then, with a flourish that whimsical and a tad rebellious, Tempo flung the shoes across the room. They arced through the air, landing with unerring accuracy in the large, open-mouthed waste bin—a clear shot with both shoes. It was a small act of defiance. " Won't be needing those then~"
"But let's start off with something fun, shall we?" Tempo proposed, the excitement in his voice unmistakable. "I came here to have a good time with someone who knows how to treat me right. Think you can do that cutie~?" Tempo asked with a playful tone. " Perhaps you'd be interested in trying something a bit more tactilely stimulating, like a dance?"