The angel flinches when her wing is stroked, thinking she might lose another feather to the crude club goers.  She brightens when she sees it is her man.  This latest boyfriend is a bit more human than most of her recent ones, but that's just window dressing.  Charisma shifts the position of her legs so Zero can sit close to her, while she still radiates her beauty across the dark room.<br/><br/>Charisma smiles and eats up his compliment.  She arches her neck to let him feast on her.  It would be almost impossible for a regular human to see in the dark, but small healed puncture marks dot her neck thanks to old boyfriend.  Charisma twists her tiny waist and presses the front of her body up against Zero.  She has to shift side to side a little to shift her wings from over the back of the couch.<br/><br/>Charisma bites her lip at his boldness.  She could imagine the heat against the skin and her breasts, with Zero ploughing into her pink pussy while he pulls on her wings, despite being told not to time and time again.  The idea sits well with her.  "I hope it has plenty of wing room.  It can be rough when things are too tight."  She really does have a thing for cars.  Charisma plants a soft kiss on the skin just beneath and to the side of Zero's lips.  Her teeth brush the lip, but she isn't in a biting mood, yet.  Charisma would rather see the car than listen to a bunch of statistics she barely comprehended, but right now she is comfortable too.<br/><br/>"I'm glad you finally showed up, I was getting lonely, though a pair of orcs did offer to keep me company." Charisma could be a bitch, and liked to remind her boyfriends she needed to be kept in her place, or she would indeed wander.  "So, are any of your<em>gang </em>in here tonight?"  Charisma thought she was so cool hanging out with bad dudes and their violent friends.  She isn't a part of any gang right now, but tends to see herself as her current man's baggage.