[ Mordred was the type to assume everyone was against her until proven otherwise, so it was a given that she'd been so standoffish toward a complete stranger. especially one that decided it was acceptable to touch her without her having expressed permission. Mordred's hand snapped up to grab hold of the girl's slender wrist as her fingers lightly ghosted across her forehead. those sharp green eyes stood out against flushed cheeks as they met hers in silent warning before she let go.
she knew she shouldn't have put her hands on a lady like that- it was no way for a knight to behave, even in dire circumstances such as these. she understood what she had been trying to accomplish but that still didn't make her any less wary of being touched. Mordred ran a hand through her hair and thumped her head back against the machine, letting her final question sink in. unfortunately, she was about as knowledgable about sex as she was about proper etiquette. better in theory than in practice. ]
Oral? Like some kinda speech? [ how was she expected to monologue at someone if she could barely talk? ]
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she knew she shouldn't have put her hands on a lady like that- it was no way for a knight to behave, even in dire circumstances such as these. she understood what she had been trying to accomplish but that still didn't make her any less wary of being touched. Mordred ran a hand through her hair and thumped her head back against the machine, letting her final question sink in. unfortunately, she was about as knowledgable about sex as she was about proper etiquette. better in theory than in practice. ]
Oral? Like some kinda speech? [ how was she expected to monologue at someone if she could barely talk? ]