[ Red isn't really a virgin - she's just not all that used to public displays of affection. Especially with someone she doesn't know that well. But she's not going to let that stop her now, not after she's been well and truly challenged and she's committed to the game. Instead she watches as Coquelic picks the dice up and rolls. They clatter softly and her eyes widen a little as she sees what's come up. For a moment she's puzzled, not quite sure how it's going to work out, but then she glances up and meets Coquelic's gaze and finds herself a little enraptured by it.
Yes, she's put in the mind of Luce almost immediately again - the way the woman sits, the way she demands attention and - well. Obedience. The languid gestures, the lack of care... the hair color. If she squints she could almost see her.
Almost.
Red shakes herself after a moment. Not the time to be thinking about that. So it's with a faint sense of guilt and cautious, bristling glance that she slowly leans forward, hands braced slightly against the table, to rest her chin in her hand. It's a gesture of trust, in a way - as well as one of defiance and obedience at the same time. A refusal to let her own initial sense of shock control her. A refusal to let the teasing make her storm off. But also doing exactly what's wanted of her. Funny how that works. ]
Should I loosen my collar? [ She asks with a touch of irony. ]
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Yes, she's put in the mind of Luce almost immediately again - the way the woman sits, the way she demands attention and - well. Obedience. The languid gestures, the lack of care... the hair color. If she squints she could almost see her.
Almost.
Red shakes herself after a moment. Not the time to be thinking about that. So it's with a faint sense of guilt and cautious, bristling glance that she slowly leans forward, hands braced slightly against the table, to rest her chin in her hand. It's a gesture of trust, in a way - as well as one of defiance and obedience at the same time. A refusal to let her own initial sense of shock control her. A refusal to let the teasing make her storm off. But also doing exactly what's wanted of her. Funny how that works. ]
Should I loosen my collar? [ She asks with a touch of irony. ]