[ but to win, that is, but in the end, she's still human. no matter how much she tries to hide it with her bluster and no-nonsense attitude, her body still reacts to outside stimuli as any other person out there. perhaps even more so than usual, on account of how this is practically her first time being groped like this. she shouldn't like any of this, yet her shuddering breath betrays her true emotions, trembling slightly at his... strangely cold touch?
huh, now that is weird. it's hard to ignore his frigid hand while they fondle away at one of her more sensitive areas, but it's just as difficult to focus on anything else but the pleasure zipping up and down her spine. still, she can't help but be reminded of the dead bodies she'd had to lug around back home -- whether they be her fellow sinners whenever they die during combat, or the countless sailors who have perished in her arms during her stint at sea. his hands almost feel like death, but that isn't possible when he's capable of making her this hot and bothered within just a few rolls of their game already.
and just like that, he's done. ishmael's already looking a bit disheveled compared to the beginning of the game, but that's not going to stop her from rolling the dice and hoping that the next one won't be as embarrassing.
a 12 and an 11 respectively. she stares incredulously at the die. ]
Oh, come on...!
[ she all but whines. of course the dice aren't going to let her take a break. she narrows her eyes at charlie now, staying put like some petulant child. give her a moment to recompose and think about this. ]
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[ but to win, that is, but in the end, she's still human. no matter how much she tries to hide it with her bluster and no-nonsense attitude, her body still reacts to outside stimuli as any other person out there. perhaps even more so than usual, on account of how this is practically her first time being groped like this. she shouldn't like any of this, yet her shuddering breath betrays her true emotions, trembling slightly at his... strangely cold touch?
huh, now that is weird. it's hard to ignore his frigid hand while they fondle away at one of her more sensitive areas, but it's just as difficult to focus on anything else but the pleasure zipping up and down her spine. still, she can't help but be reminded of the dead bodies she'd had to lug around back home -- whether they be her fellow sinners whenever they die during combat, or the countless sailors who have perished in her arms during her stint at sea. his hands almost feel like death, but that isn't possible when he's capable of making her this hot and bothered within just a few rolls of their game already.
and just like that, he's done. ishmael's already looking a bit disheveled compared to the beginning of the game, but that's not going to stop her from rolling the dice and hoping that the next one won't be as embarrassing.
a 12 and an 11 respectively. she stares incredulously at the die. ]
Oh, come on...!
[ she all but whines. of course the dice aren't going to let her take a break. she narrows her eyes at charlie now, staying put like some petulant child. give her a moment to recompose and think about this. ]