['Sugar'! How charming! Is that part of the act to get the elevator up and running or...? That would conflict with Fang's tone, yet that is typical of these gruff sorts, right? Feel one thing, say another, and think yet another. Like a puzzle needing to be solved to reach their heart!]
Yessir! [She steps closer and puts a hand on her chest.] I leave myself in your capable hands. [As many delicate maidens likely have, which only stirs Elphelt's determination!] Let's ease ourselves into the petting--
[Elphelt bows forward ever so slightly and points to her head with both hands. Her eyes briefly catches the gaze of the voyeurs in the portrait, which prompts her to shuffle to the right so that their line of sight with her is broken by Fang.]
--with some light petting.
[Pet her. Pet her. Oh god, pet her. She wants this.]
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Yessir! [She steps closer and puts a hand on her chest.] I leave myself in your capable hands. [As many delicate maidens likely have, which only stirs Elphelt's determination!] Let's ease ourselves into the petting--
[Elphelt bows forward ever so slightly and points to her head with both hands. Her eyes briefly catches the gaze of the voyeurs in the portrait, which prompts her to shuffle to the right so that their line of sight with her is broken by Fang.]
--with some light petting.
[Pet her. Pet her. Oh god, pet her. She wants this.]