Baiting me with a hypothetical truth? How clever. Should I tease you in a less direct way, Miss Witch?

[The rocking at their connected hips comes to a halt in favor of the way a pair of hands instead reach out to cup Mona's breasts. So soft and pliable in the grip of her jellied hold. In massaging, circular motions she begins to tease those lovely mounds and work the flesh methodically.]

Your volume is so modest, it's cute. Are you particularly sensitive here, Lady Denial?