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[ That she's lucky, that is, and there's a bit of a grin on her face. The shoe is on the other foot and she's going to bask in it for a moment as she watches her erstwhile partner flick her hair out of the way. ]
I don't usually hand out souvenir's, so we'll have to see about that. But since you're not getting one now, I guess it's not a problem.
[ Red doesn't really take souvenirs. But she does rankle at being controlled. Even if sometimes she finds it to be incredibly invigorating. It's not that strange to expect trust before anything else, is it? Even if her experiences have been a little different in that regard. There's a brief moment where she contemplates Coquelic and she reaches out with her right hand to very gently touch her chin - and then she brings her hand back in a swift motion and there's a little smack as her fingers tap her sharply in the lips. It's just enough to sting a little, not enough to snap her head around or anything excessive like that. A love tap, in a way. But she's definitely pulling her punch here - either because she doesn't really want to turn this into a "who can hit who harder" contest or because she's got a bit of concern for how sensitive a smack on the lips can actually be. ]
[ She endures the slight sting against her lip with little more than a flutter of her eyelashes, her lips curving into a sweeter smile just as the other woman's fingers leave her skin — she could probably feel the smile coming on right away. It's amused, but haughty. She raises her fingers to run her hand over her lips feeling the slight buzz of the skin there, as if being able to tangibly connect with the ghost of her touch. ]
Going easy on me, hm? Cute.
[ For all that she'd seemed annoyed by Coquelic's behavior, when it came down to it, she still played by the game's rules, and didn't take advantage of the opportunity for revenge. Most people would, she thinks, and it's pretty rare to come across people who she can't get a rise out of like that. It's not a strictly good thing or a bad thing: it's just interesting. She'll have fun playing with her for a while longer, she decides. Flippantly: ]
I guess I might take mercy on you...
[ She lifts the dice from the table, rolling again. Grind on thigh. Lucky again, she truly cannot be stopped. Rather than get up and walk around the table, it seems like she intends to just crawl over it, leaning both her hands onto the wood as she rises, giving the other woman a great view of her cleavage between the skeletal straps of her outfit. If it weren't obvious before while they were sitting across from each other, it's about to be painfully so; the bottom half of her dress is more like lacy lingerie leaving little to the imagination than a structured garment, at least in the front. Not that she seems ashamed or embarrassed about in the least. If anything, she's looking motivated. ]
Or not. Last chance to back out.
[ Said while she's coming over to settle herself into her lap... she'll do it all by herself if she has to, but she'll welcome being helped placing herself there, a steadying hand at her waist or even being pulled in, without protest. ]
[ She retorts. And she isn't. She doesn't see a need to make it an issue of who can hit harder. Well, not yet, anyway. She's not that ticked off or driven to make it an issue of who can actually hurt who. Although she's perhaps a little disappointed to see just how amused Coquelic is by the gesture. She snorts and waves her hand. ]
And I don't need anyone to take it easy on me. Least of all you-
[ Then the dice roll. She leans forward and - oh. Well. There's a bit more color in her ears, but everything is happening quickly. There's really no way for her to slow things down - especially not when Coquelic comes over the table like that and she gets an eyeful of her cleavage. From the way her gaze darts down, then back up, then down again it's pretty clear she's attracted, even if a sense of propriety keeps her from initially doing much about it. ]
Hey, just a second. Give me a moment-
[ But her hands reach out and she steadies her. Her hand smooths over her hip and her other hand is just underneath the hem of that lace, touching a bare thigh. Heated skin and a warm body tucked close to her and suddenly she's feeling very put upon all of a sudden. But there's no turning back, right? She's picked up the gauntlet. Her expression settles a little and her foot flexes, lifting her thigh slightly. ]
[ It strokes her ego to be desired, and well, her own interest is clear enough, simmering beneath that put-together, arrogant flair she has. There's quite a size difference between them, and it sends a pleasant thrill through her to call more attention to it, her lithe frame lowering atop her thigh like a throne. And, as before, she likes to be the one in control, the one making someone else feel flustered. She drinks in that flush at the tip of her ears like fine wine, smirking like a cat who's gotten the cream.
As expected, her skin is warm against her clothed thigh, and the line of her body. Coquelic leans in so that their bodies are more flush, loosely wrapping her arms around the other woman's shoulders — all so she can have her lips barely brushing her ear where her head lays, not close enough to kiss at it, but close enough that her breath fans over the skin there pleasantly. ]
Nervous?
[ She whispers, asking the question rhetorically, not expecting an answer. Up close, the fragrance of fresh, lush poppies around her is dizzying, every inch of her seeming floral, ethereally so. But, nonetheless, she's here for a reason. The roll of her hips against her thigh is deliberate, indulgent and slow, making sure she feels every movement — and that she feels more than hears the satisfied sigh she intentionally breathes into her ear. Her eyes are watching, wanting to see the skin get more and more flushed, and now that she's gone this far... a hunger is sparking in her. Out here at this party, using her like this, getting her all hot and bothered while barely doing a thing... it's hot.
For that reason, she doesn't move, even after she's taken her turn. As in most things, Coquelic is greedy, and she'll wring out as much fun as she can out of this lucky roll. If anything, it'll be cute to see if she plays along for a time, maybe even cuter if she flusters out of her mind. She can't decide which outcome she'd like better. ]
[ There's another little swallow from Red. She's not backing down now, not about to let herself get scared away. It's a little flustering, sure, but - she's not a blushing virgin, is she? She can handle this. Or at least that's what she tells herself, even as her temper roils a little seeing just how smug this new partner of hers is. Her arm loops around her middle in a light hold, steadying her atop her thigh. There's the brush of warm breath against her ear and it sends another jolt up her spine. Even if it also makes her think of another face and another place. She snaps herself back to the present after a moment, that question lingering between them. ]
Hardly. Not like I've never done this before-
[ God, she smells good.
Not that she wants to linger on that, but-
She doesn't quite whine, but she exhales in a low, soft little sound as Coquelic grinds down against her thigh. It's slow and steady and it makes her skin prickle with gooseflesh. A rush of heat and want and desire that settles in her belly in an uncomfortable sort of tension. There are so many pairs of staring eye and a part of her wants to flee from this. But she can't, can she? Instead her hand settles on the small of her back, guides Coquelic through that slow grind and only then does her breath escape her again. Her skin is flushed and she has to lean forward to reach for the dice. ]
You're staying in my lap, huh?
[ She rolls before she can answer.
Finger thigh.
There's a pause. A distinct pause. And then her other hand lifts and settles on Coquelic's knee, taking a moment before the plunge. ]
And I'm guessing you're not going to want to stop.
[ She asks airily, greedily rocking her hips back to where they started. The quiet huff that escapes her from the movement and friction seems more genuine than the put upon, deliberately erotic breath from earlier. She doesn't bother craning her head around to see the results of the die, confident that however the chips fall, she'll find a way to wring pleasure out of it. Case in point: ]
You should know that I only do things I enjoy. If I'm having a good time, [ Her eyes flutter down, seeing the other woman's fingers gracing the bend of her knee, laughing a bit to herself. ] Then I don't let anyone take that from me.
[ Sure, maybe she's admitting that she's having fun, but that's obvious, isn't it? From the indulgent, subtle movements of her hips, to the way she rests her weight more heavily over the ridge of her thigh, as if to say I'm not moving. From the way one of her hands snakes from around her neck to lay flat on her sternum, pushing her further into the couch. Dragging further down like a brand. A threat? Or a promise of more, her hands slipping between the fabric wherever she can to feel bare skin. From the way she leans forward until their foreheads touch, her head still tilted down so she can watch the space between them, where they're touching, and what she plans to do with her hand. What can she say... not only is she a narcissist who finds her own body alluring, she likes to watch in general — wants to see this woman's hesitation surge forward to action. ]
Not that you seem particularly opposed. Aha...
[ Only then do her eyes flick forward between the scant space between them, crimson eyes unabashedly meeting hers, if she lets her. ]
Because this isn't the kind of thing you do in front of an audience.
[ Red responds, voice low. Not quite a growl, but there's a touch of fire to it. Something a little frustrated, maybe even angry or embarrassed. She's told herself she's not backing away but it still twists in her gut; there's still that sense of shame. The thought that people are going to look at her - look at them both - and judge. Or just watch. The judging isn't really the problem, is it? Her tongue wets her lips as she tries to ignore the rolling heat in her that seems to be building now; that sense of want and arousal that lingers as she feels Coquelic press against her thigh and then the brush of fingers under her shirt or at her collar, working against bare skin.
Red swallows. She meets her gaze, teeth gritting a little as their foreheads touch. Their eyes meet and then she glances down to where her fingers rest against her knee - and she moves. Her hand slides up her leg, her nails dragging against her inner thigh in a little touch that's part tease, part just a scrape of fingers as she tries to find her way through the minefield that's sprung up around her. ]
I'm just a sore loser. That's it-
[ She finally meets her eyes again - and there's a little shiver in her spine and her body; a need she can't really ignore. ]
[ When her nails scrape against the sensitive inner part of her thigh, she sucks in a breath between her teeth, half-way to another laugh. Coquelic isn't so pushy and bossy that she can't enjoy a little build up. Briefly, she wonders if she should look for the dice again, though she gets distracted by the next thing that falls from her companion's lips. ]
So this is all about you not losing to me, then... and back to the shy thing.
[ Her gaze turns piercing, analytical, like she's going shrive clean all the overgrowth to get to the true heart of the matter — if that's really what the other woman feels in her heart. Leaning more on her knees, she lifts some of her body weight off the apex of her thigh, pressing their torsos closer together instead, chest to chest, her hands moving accordingly. All so she can look down at where her nails are still dug into her soft skin without getting sidetracked by having her own fun, rocking ambiently into her leg. They were her words, not Coquelic's: if this is about the game, then, she'll force her to put her money where her mouth is. ]
I didn't even see what you rolled, [ She huffs, an obvious taunt on her lips: ] Was that all you needed? Want me to go again, pup?
[ The implication being that she could stop this charade right now if all she cares about is the next roll. There's an undeniable challenge to the lilt of her voice, like she's daring her to tell her to get off and just get on with the next roll. Even if she does do it... Coquelic thinks it'll be fun to put her under her thumb, to force her to utter the worlds aloud. If she's feeling any sort of way about others' gazes lingering on her, she doesn't show it — if anything, she seems completely unfazed by it, as though this is the sort of thing that's done with an audience. ]
There's a difference between shy and not being an exhibitionist.
[ Red mutters, although she's not doing a good job of showing the difference considering the way her heart races in her chest and the flush in her cheeks. There's a very attractive woman in her lap after all - no, straddling her thigh - and her fingers inch a little higher, despite herself, the pads sliding up and up until she feels lace under her fingers and she's practically got her hand buried against her underwear. Her throat works in a slow swallow. The movements of their bodies just add to the rush of heat in her belly and the faint sense of dizziness that follows her. ]
That's it.
[ She finally confirms with a little hiss. ]
If you don't go, it's my win, isn't it?
[ Not quite an answer. But she hasn't let her go with her other hand just yet. ]
[ Rather than always winning, what Coquelic is more interested in is always getting what she wants. Right now, that's her own pleasure, and maybe the satisfaction she'd get out of bending someone to her whims like this, even for a game. The touch of the other's fingers at the lace at the front of her garment is featherlight — but still noticeable enough. Could she push her into playing along? It's looking like it. ]
A few chips is no skin off my nose... [ She hums, sounding well and truly carefree. She's fickle; a few minutes ago, she might've cared more about winning for the sake of domination. But when it comes to actual need... ] The same can't be said for you though, can it?
[ Who knows where she'll get slotted in. Coquelic's in a comfortable position here at the resort — it's not as extravagant as she'd like, but it's nice. She doesn't need to grovel. ]
You can think of it more like a... generous donation.
[ The word generous in particular is laced with irony. Between the lines, sure, she'll forfeit. Being here at this hotel is only about having a great time for her, after all, and this is fun. ]
That's only if you know how to show some gratitude, though.
[ For all that she is playing along a little, she still seems a bit defiant - or at least she's trying to be. It's a little strange for her, in any case, to be caught between the urge to prove she can win this game and wanting to pull back. She furrows her brow. ]
It's not like I have much to lose.
[ She's more right than she knows and also more wrong than she knows. She's not used to this place yet. ]
Gratitude? What? You expect me to get on my knees or owe you a favor or what? Because that's not happening.
[ She laughs again, though it's less loud and more to herself this time. Her eyes crease, amused. ]
Such little imagination. You're not very quick, are you?
[ Pointedly, she lowers her hand and encircles it around the other woman's wrist — the same one that's still lingering near the crease of her thigh. Here she thought she was gonna trick her into realizing the implication she was laying down: that if she showed her a good time, made her feel good for bit, then she'd pass off the chips without complaint. Nonetheless, she doesn't have an interest in pushing someone further than they're actually willing, not in a matter like this. She pulls up on her wrist to put distance between her touch and her skin, almost chastising. Just like that, her voice loses some of the sultry silkiness it had had before, wading back into 'explaining something that's obvious' energy. It at least cuts some of the sexual tension that was starting to build, seeming unaffected in the face of her defiance. ]
I'll tell you this right now: you're not going to get very far in this place with an attitude like that. I was throwing you a bone, there, silly girl. You're supposed to pick it up.
[ Red can be a bit dense, it's true. Also stubborn. When she has something in her head, it's hard to get it out - for better or for worse. She frowns at her, eyes narrowing a little as she seems to bristle a bit at being talked down to. Or what feels like being talked down to, anyway. ]
Quick enough.
[ She leans back and lifts her other hand to give her shoulder a shove, urging her right off of Red's lap. ]
I don't want your bones. [ Alas, she really is going to have to adjust to this place. ]
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[ That she's lucky, that is, and there's a bit of a grin on her face. The shoe is on the other foot and she's going to bask in it for a moment as she watches her erstwhile partner flick her hair out of the way. ]
I don't usually hand out souvenir's, so we'll have to see about that. But since you're not getting one now, I guess it's not a problem.
[ Red doesn't really take souvenirs. But she does rankle at being controlled. Even if sometimes she finds it to be incredibly invigorating. It's not that strange to expect trust before anything else, is it? Even if her experiences have been a little different in that regard. There's a brief moment where she contemplates Coquelic and she reaches out with her right hand to very gently touch her chin - and then she brings her hand back in a swift motion and there's a little smack as her fingers tap her sharply in the lips. It's just enough to sting a little, not enough to snap her head around or anything excessive like that. A love tap, in a way. But she's definitely pulling her punch here - either because she doesn't really want to turn this into a "who can hit who harder" contest or because she's got a bit of concern for how sensitive a smack on the lips can actually be. ]
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Going easy on me, hm? Cute.
[ For all that she'd seemed annoyed by Coquelic's behavior, when it came down to it, she still played by the game's rules, and didn't take advantage of the opportunity for revenge. Most people would, she thinks, and it's pretty rare to come across people who she can't get a rise out of like that. It's not a strictly good thing or a bad thing: it's just interesting. She'll have fun playing with her for a while longer, she decides. Flippantly: ]
I guess I might take mercy on you...
[ She lifts the dice from the table, rolling again. Grind on thigh. Lucky again, she truly cannot be stopped. Rather than get up and walk around the table, it seems like she intends to just crawl over it, leaning both her hands onto the wood as she rises, giving the other woman a great view of her cleavage between the skeletal straps of her outfit. If it weren't obvious before while they were sitting across from each other, it's about to be painfully so; the bottom half of her dress is more like lacy lingerie leaving little to the imagination than a structured garment, at least in the front. Not that she seems ashamed or embarrassed about in the least. If anything, she's looking motivated. ]
Or not. Last chance to back out.
[ Said while she's coming over to settle herself into her lap... she'll do it all by herself if she has to, but she'll welcome being helped placing herself there, a steadying hand at her waist or even being pulled in, without protest. ]
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[ She retorts. And she isn't. She doesn't see a need to make it an issue of who can hit harder. Well, not yet, anyway. She's not that ticked off or driven to make it an issue of who can actually hurt who. Although she's perhaps a little disappointed to see just how amused Coquelic is by the gesture. She snorts and waves her hand. ]
And I don't need anyone to take it easy on me. Least of all you-
[ Then the dice roll. She leans forward and - oh. Well. There's a bit more color in her ears, but everything is happening quickly. There's really no way for her to slow things down - especially not when Coquelic comes over the table like that and she gets an eyeful of her cleavage. From the way her gaze darts down, then back up, then down again it's pretty clear she's attracted, even if a sense of propriety keeps her from initially doing much about it. ]
Hey, just a second. Give me a moment-
[ But her hands reach out and she steadies her. Her hand smooths over her hip and her other hand is just underneath the hem of that lace, touching a bare thigh. Heated skin and a warm body tucked close to her and suddenly she's feeling very put upon all of a sudden. But there's no turning back, right? She's picked up the gauntlet. Her expression settles a little and her foot flexes, lifting her thigh slightly. ]
I'm not backing out, though. So go ahead.
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As expected, her skin is warm against her clothed thigh, and the line of her body. Coquelic leans in so that their bodies are more flush, loosely wrapping her arms around the other woman's shoulders — all so she can have her lips barely brushing her ear where her head lays, not close enough to kiss at it, but close enough that her breath fans over the skin there pleasantly. ]
Nervous?
[ She whispers, asking the question rhetorically, not expecting an answer. Up close, the fragrance of fresh, lush poppies around her is dizzying, every inch of her seeming floral, ethereally so. But, nonetheless, she's here for a reason. The roll of her hips against her thigh is deliberate, indulgent and slow, making sure she feels every movement — and that she feels more than hears the satisfied sigh she intentionally breathes into her ear. Her eyes are watching, wanting to see the skin get more and more flushed, and now that she's gone this far... a hunger is sparking in her. Out here at this party, using her like this, getting her all hot and bothered while barely doing a thing... it's hot.
For that reason, she doesn't move, even after she's taken her turn. As in most things, Coquelic is greedy, and she'll wring out as much fun as she can out of this lucky roll. If anything, it'll be cute to see if she plays along for a time, maybe even cuter if she flusters out of her mind. She can't decide which outcome she'd like better. ]
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Hardly. Not like I've never done this before-
[ God, she smells good.
Not that she wants to linger on that, but-
She doesn't quite whine, but she exhales in a low, soft little sound as Coquelic grinds down against her thigh. It's slow and steady and it makes her skin prickle with gooseflesh. A rush of heat and want and desire that settles in her belly in an uncomfortable sort of tension. There are so many pairs of staring eye and a part of her wants to flee from this. But she can't, can she? Instead her hand settles on the small of her back, guides Coquelic through that slow grind and only then does her breath escape her again. Her skin is flushed and she has to lean forward to reach for the dice. ]
You're staying in my lap, huh?
[ She rolls before she can answer.
Finger thigh.
There's a pause. A distinct pause. And then her other hand lifts and settles on Coquelic's knee, taking a moment before the plunge. ]
And I'm guessing you're not going to want to stop.
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[ She asks airily, greedily rocking her hips back to where they started. The quiet huff that escapes her from the movement and friction seems more genuine than the put upon, deliberately erotic breath from earlier. She doesn't bother craning her head around to see the results of the die, confident that however the chips fall, she'll find a way to wring pleasure out of it. Case in point: ]
You should know that I only do things I enjoy. If I'm having a good time, [ Her eyes flutter down, seeing the other woman's fingers gracing the bend of her knee, laughing a bit to herself. ] Then I don't let anyone take that from me.
[ Sure, maybe she's admitting that she's having fun, but that's obvious, isn't it? From the indulgent, subtle movements of her hips, to the way she rests her weight more heavily over the ridge of her thigh, as if to say I'm not moving. From the way one of her hands snakes from around her neck to lay flat on her sternum, pushing her further into the couch. Dragging further down like a brand. A threat? Or a promise of more, her hands slipping between the fabric wherever she can to feel bare skin. From the way she leans forward until their foreheads touch, her head still tilted down so she can watch the space between them, where they're touching, and what she plans to do with her hand. What can she say... not only is she a narcissist who finds her own body alluring, she likes to watch in general — wants to see this woman's hesitation surge forward to action. ]
Not that you seem particularly opposed. Aha...
[ Only then do her eyes flick forward between the scant space between them, crimson eyes unabashedly meeting hers, if she lets her. ]
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[ Red responds, voice low. Not quite a growl, but there's a touch of fire to it. Something a little frustrated, maybe even angry or embarrassed. She's told herself she's not backing away but it still twists in her gut; there's still that sense of shame. The thought that people are going to look at her - look at them both - and judge. Or just watch. The judging isn't really the problem, is it? Her tongue wets her lips as she tries to ignore the rolling heat in her that seems to be building now; that sense of want and arousal that lingers as she feels Coquelic press against her thigh and then the brush of fingers under her shirt or at her collar, working against bare skin.
Red swallows. She meets her gaze, teeth gritting a little as their foreheads touch. Their eyes meet and then she glances down to where her fingers rest against her knee - and she moves. Her hand slides up her leg, her nails dragging against her inner thigh in a little touch that's part tease, part just a scrape of fingers as she tries to find her way through the minefield that's sprung up around her. ]
I'm just a sore loser. That's it-
[ She finally meets her eyes again - and there's a little shiver in her spine and her body; a need she can't really ignore. ]
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So this is all about you not losing to me, then... and back to the shy thing.
[ Her gaze turns piercing, analytical, like she's going shrive clean all the overgrowth to get to the true heart of the matter — if that's really what the other woman feels in her heart. Leaning more on her knees, she lifts some of her body weight off the apex of her thigh, pressing their torsos closer together instead, chest to chest, her hands moving accordingly. All so she can look down at where her nails are still dug into her soft skin without getting sidetracked by having her own fun, rocking ambiently into her leg. They were her words, not Coquelic's: if this is about the game, then, she'll force her to put her money where her mouth is. ]
I didn't even see what you rolled, [ She huffs, an obvious taunt on her lips: ] Was that all you needed? Want me to go again, pup?
[ The implication being that she could stop this charade right now if all she cares about is the next roll. There's an undeniable challenge to the lilt of her voice, like she's daring her to tell her to get off and just get on with the next roll. Even if she does do it... Coquelic thinks it'll be fun to put her under her thumb, to force her to utter the worlds aloud. If she's feeling any sort of way about others' gazes lingering on her, she doesn't show it — if anything, she seems completely unfazed by it, as though this is the sort of thing that's done with an audience. ]
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[ Red mutters, although she's not doing a good job of showing the difference considering the way her heart races in her chest and the flush in her cheeks. There's a very attractive woman in her lap after all - no, straddling her thigh - and her fingers inch a little higher, despite herself, the pads sliding up and up until she feels lace under her fingers and she's practically got her hand buried against her underwear. Her throat works in a slow swallow. The movements of their bodies just add to the rush of heat in her belly and the faint sense of dizziness that follows her. ]
That's it.
[ She finally confirms with a little hiss. ]
If you don't go, it's my win, isn't it?
[ Not quite an answer. But she hasn't let her go with her other hand just yet. ]
Up to you if you want to forfeit.
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A few chips is no skin off my nose... [ She hums, sounding well and truly carefree. She's fickle; a few minutes ago, she might've cared more about winning for the sake of domination. But when it comes to actual need... ] The same can't be said for you though, can it?
[ Who knows where she'll get slotted in. Coquelic's in a comfortable position here at the resort — it's not as extravagant as she'd like, but it's nice. She doesn't need to grovel. ]
You can think of it more like a... generous donation.
[ The word generous in particular is laced with irony. Between the lines, sure, she'll forfeit. Being here at this hotel is only about having a great time for her, after all, and this is fun. ]
That's only if you know how to show some gratitude, though.
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It's not like I have much to lose.
[ She's more right than she knows and also more wrong than she knows. She's not used to this place yet. ]
Gratitude? What? You expect me to get on my knees or owe you a favor or what? Because that's not happening.
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[ She laughs again, though it's less loud and more to herself this time. Her eyes crease, amused. ]
Such little imagination. You're not very quick, are you?
[ Pointedly, she lowers her hand and encircles it around the other woman's wrist — the same one that's still lingering near the crease of her thigh. Here she thought she was gonna trick her into realizing the implication she was laying down: that if she showed her a good time, made her feel good for bit, then she'd pass off the chips without complaint. Nonetheless, she doesn't have an interest in pushing someone further than they're actually willing, not in a matter like this. She pulls up on her wrist to put distance between her touch and her skin, almost chastising. Just like that, her voice loses some of the sultry silkiness it had had before, wading back into 'explaining something that's obvious' energy. It at least cuts some of the sexual tension that was starting to build, seeming unaffected in the face of her defiance. ]
I'll tell you this right now: you're not going to get very far in this place with an attitude like that. I was throwing you a bone, there, silly girl. You're supposed to pick it up.
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Quick enough.
[ She leans back and lifts her other hand to give her shoulder a shove, urging her right off of Red's lap. ]
I don't want your bones. [ Alas, she really is going to have to adjust to this place. ]
I don't need them.