[ This is not the kind of performance that Navia is used to giving, no objections to present before the court here. The portrait on the wall is judge and jury, but there's no law here to codify the sentences they must serve before they can be allowed on their way.
She squeaks a little when her back hits the wall, lips parting to give permission: indulge all you like. She indulges, too, her hands sliding inside his jacket to press flat palms against the planes of his back. Aventurine's body is firm and toned, but yielding, too, unlike his namesake, and it's just now starting to really sink in for her that she's about to make love to this man, this complete stranger, in an elevator.
Well. Not make love. She's going to fuck him, or he's going to fuck her, one or the other. A shiver of anticipation flutters behind her breast, spreading through her body, and that antsy energy makes her jump when something that looks rather like a padded bench of some kind appears next to them in the elevator. ]
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She squeaks a little when her back hits the wall, lips parting to give permission: indulge all you like. She indulges, too, her hands sliding inside his jacket to press flat palms against the planes of his back. Aventurine's body is firm and toned, but yielding, too, unlike his namesake, and it's just now starting to really sink in for her that she's about to make love to this man, this complete stranger, in an elevator.
Well. Not make love. She's going to fuck him, or he's going to fuck her, one or the other. A shiver of anticipation flutters behind her breast, spreading through her body, and that antsy energy makes her jump when something that looks rather like a padded bench of some kind appears next to them in the elevator. ]
What--?