(bitter or not, she knows better than to feel slighted by pointing out how often she runs. she's the escape artist of them. the girl that can disappear at the drop of a hat, capable of turning crowds into looking at her if she wanted to. because her words were nothing to sneeze at whenever texas does use them. she isn't theatrical like lappland, but there is a certain charisma to it that speaks louder than most would have realized.
whatever, she'll get that strap for her. though it's a flash of teeth from texas in response, a near growl given when the staff member she called up stands there awkwardly behind her. they didn't catch it, not the scent between them. not the way it flares in excitement that normally wasn't seen in texas during her stay across the months. nobody else has wound her up in this way. enough to growl, enough to feel agitated when:
"M-miss Texas? You called for me?"
awkward tone, awkward voice and confusion. concern, but it interrupts for now while she gives the request. the vibe, the knotty strap, and clit sucker. her suit mark is burning again at the idea of her "fighting" in encouragement, a demand for her to teach lappland not to mess with her. normally she'd ignore it (she's debating on it) but it's tempting her in that way she's staring again. teeth flashed out again like nothing interrupted her earlier once they leave.)
If they have one, I'd be surprised.
(she'll play, this time, as the mark burns. seethes, pressing into buried down emotions and desires again. because she hates bending knee to anyone, anything, this is entertainment to whatever higher being loves to fuck with her. she'll do it, but she won't stand for following along entirely.)
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whatever, she'll get that strap for her. though it's a flash of teeth from texas in response, a near growl given when the staff member she called up stands there awkwardly behind her. they didn't catch it, not the scent between them. not the way it flares in excitement that normally wasn't seen in texas during her stay across the months. nobody else has wound her up in this way. enough to growl, enough to feel agitated when:
"M-miss Texas? You called for me?"
awkward tone, awkward voice and confusion. concern, but it interrupts for now while she gives the request. the vibe, the knotty strap, and clit sucker. her suit mark is burning again at the idea of her "fighting" in encouragement, a demand for her to teach lappland not to mess with her. normally she'd ignore it (she's debating on it) but it's tempting her in that way she's staring again. teeth flashed out again like nothing interrupted her earlier once they leave.)
If they have one, I'd be surprised.
(she'll play, this time, as the mark burns. seethes, pressing into buried down emotions and desires again. because she hates bending knee to anyone, anything, this is entertainment to whatever higher being loves to fuck with her. she'll do it, but she won't stand for following along entirely.)