[ ash in contrast is always moving, not impatient or frantic, or even uneasy, but moving all the same. slow, languid adjustments, the stretch of her arms above her head, the smooth way that she slides down off the altar, even the roll of her eyes as he turns the question back on her. the sort of movements that betray her as someone deeply confident in the space that they occupy, someone who isn't worried about who she might be trapped with in a place like this, someone who doesn't feel the need to worry about very much at all.
her voice says friendly, her smile says open, but it's hard to read her movements as anything less than predator. ]
Boring. How about, I'll say one, you say one? [ she slides off of the altar but is content to lean back against it for now, rather than approach august in his pew. ] I like...being on top.
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her voice says friendly, her smile says open, but it's hard to read her movements as anything less than predator. ]
Boring. How about, I'll say one, you say one? [ she slides off of the altar but is content to lean back against it for now, rather than approach august in his pew. ] I like...being on top.
[ nice, mild, an easy intro. ]