[ the heat from arlecchino's fingers and tongue linger on clorinde's skin even after she pulls her pant leg back down, raising goosebumps after being exposed to the cooler air in the casino. it's almost funny—never would clorinde ever expect to have arlecchino touch her in this way, but she can't deny that the impossibility of it; the... illicit nature of it, sends a flash of warmth down her spine to linger low in her belly.
honestly, she's proving her point at this rate, but again, this is an opportunity that she'll likely never be able to have back home. after all, she always did wonder what navia saw in the knave. ]
No. But it has caught your attention.
[ which, clorinde is inclined to believe that that's a feat on its own. but she's glad to know that arlecchino has picked up on it: being mindful, being vigilant; the resort loves its games and they're all made to be its players, but they'd be fools to not keep their wits about them.
even if she thinks it's testing her a little. clorinde rolls a 10 and an 8; she can't decide if that's more explicit than lick thigh. ]
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honestly, she's proving her point at this rate, but again, this is an opportunity that she'll likely never be able to have back home. after all, she always did wonder what navia saw in the knave. ]
No. But it has caught your attention.
[ which, clorinde is inclined to believe that that's a feat on its own. but she's glad to know that arlecchino has picked up on it: being mindful, being vigilant; the resort loves its games and they're all made to be its players, but they'd be fools to not keep their wits about them.
even if she thinks it's testing her a little. clorinde rolls a 10 and an 8; she can't decide if that's more explicit than lick thigh. ]