[ There's a spark to her eye-- something like anger, intrigue, hunger. Leering up at him like so, she tilts her head into his touch only barely before she's stunned into stillness.
What nerve! She looks near murderous. ]
My bedroom activities are not your business.
[ Hand grasping at his hips, she rises onto her knees, pulling him closer as she tilts her head, pointy teeth dragging over her bottom lip. ]
At least, you'd have to do better than that to get it out of me.
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What nerve! She looks near murderous. ]
My bedroom activities are not your business.
[ Hand grasping at his hips, she rises onto her knees, pulling him closer as she tilts her head, pointy teeth dragging over her bottom lip. ]
At least, you'd have to do better than that to get it out of me.