[The moment he releases her and leans back in the chair, Kiritsubo makes herself all the more comfortable between and before his knees, their propped little poses in mirror. Just to make it clear that she felt she could, or perhaps, if one was thinking charitably, just because she was genuinely that casual about touch or boundaries... She pouts, idly using the finger on her freed hand to trace nonsense patterns on his knee. (At least it wasn't overtly sexual?)
If she is aware that she is being examined, and oh, she is, she doesn't give much indication of it, instead letting out a second, quieter sigh. Of course he got to play out the whole scenario... How unlucky she was in that regard. It's been so long since she had a creative roleplay, too...
As if distracted, it takes her a moment to respond to his actual question, belatedly looking back up at his face with a little blink as she clears out the fantasies of a threesome or being the virgin she hasn't been in nearly a thousand years. Was it a game? The smile she gives him this time... isn't all that cute or innocent at all. The scent of fear, that had been incredibly believable when she had been putting effortless effort into making it seem so was gone into the air with the rustle of black feathers.]
I mean... If you're going to be auctioned off, you might as well have some fun with it.
[Like it was just common knowledge, a sensible choice... that Mr. Wasn't the Best Time definitely didn't take, did he?]
Especially if it would also count for that game. That "52" so many of the guests here seem to be playing.
[She's heard enough about it. She's investigated a little, but she wouldn't begin to think she has discovered nearly enough in a matter of two days. She was good... She wasn't that good (when it didn't involve the motivation of a certain oni).]
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If she is aware that she is being examined, and oh, she is, she doesn't give much indication of it, instead letting out a second, quieter sigh. Of course he got to play out the whole scenario... How unlucky she was in that regard. It's been so long since she had a creative roleplay, too...
As if distracted, it takes her a moment to respond to his actual question, belatedly looking back up at his face with a little blink as she clears out the fantasies of a threesome or being the virgin she hasn't been in nearly a thousand years. Was it a game? The smile she gives him this time... isn't all that cute or innocent at all. The scent of fear, that had been incredibly believable when she had been putting effortless effort into making it seem so was gone into the air with the rustle of black feathers.]
I mean... If you're going to be auctioned off, you might as well have some fun with it.
[Like it was just common knowledge, a sensible choice... that Mr. Wasn't the Best Time definitely didn't take, did he?]
Especially if it would also count for that game. That "52" so many of the guests here seem to be playing.
[She's heard enough about it. She's investigated a little, but she wouldn't begin to think she has discovered nearly enough in a matter of two days. She was good... She wasn't that good (when it didn't involve the motivation of a certain oni).]
Not curious enough, hero?