[ she ponders over his words, still keeping her eyes narrowed on him. why would anyone want to pass on their turn when the stakes are this high, anyway? unless he's really just here for the love of the game. that makes more sense, especially with how willing she is to do whatever the dice says. he doesn't even have to do anything!
she growls from the back of her throat. then again, he did offer to skip his entirely, but somehow she doesn't trust that. it's probably a trick to lower her guard so that he can be a little ahead of her by rolling the dice himself. then she won't get that payout that she'll sorely need when her rank will be revealed once the house decides to check her in.
and so, with a sigh, she stands up from her seat and straddles his thigh, still glaring at him and making sure he's looking the fuck away. then, she places both her hands on his shoulders, and does one tentative rut on his leg.
that's... not so bad, actually. his cool skin permeating through his clothing helps somehow, and she does it again. and again, and again, closing her eyes and ducking her head low as she builds up a steady rhythm with her hips against his leg, even shifting backwards a little so that she's grinding fully against his kneecap. the friction is delicious from here, and at some point she's stopped looking at him and hides her face behind her bangs as she ducks her head low, her pants coming out in low, hot breaths with every undulation of her hips, and it doesn't seem like she's stopping anytime soon. ]
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she growls from the back of her throat. then again, he did offer to skip his entirely, but somehow she doesn't trust that. it's probably a trick to lower her guard so that he can be a little ahead of her by rolling the dice himself. then she won't get that payout that she'll sorely need when her rank will be revealed once the house decides to check her in.
and so, with a sigh, she stands up from her seat and straddles his thigh, still glaring at him and making sure he's looking the fuck away. then, she places both her hands on his shoulders, and does one tentative rut on his leg.
that's... not so bad, actually. his cool skin permeating through his clothing helps somehow, and she does it again. and again, and again, closing her eyes and ducking her head low as she builds up a steady rhythm with her hips against his leg, even shifting backwards a little so that she's grinding fully against his kneecap. the friction is delicious from here, and at some point she's stopped looking at him and hides her face behind her bangs as she ducks her head low, her pants coming out in low, hot breaths with every undulation of her hips, and it doesn't seem like she's stopping anytime soon. ]