[While Clara should check-in visually more often she is a bit transfixed by the scene that's been set up for her and the action she has to take. Every action she takes is her own and yet it is guided and she is freed from the responsibility of it. It's all simply a part of the script. So while she is not a good actor she finds herself drawn to obeying, following, and doing what her Suit craves with less of the ensuing shame.]
[It's even slightly before the cue that Clara's had brushes over the black underwear. She slides a finger under the fabric along the curve and drags it, lips parted in silent breath.]
"Shut up, giant." [The voice-over has no mercy for the easily cowed character.]
"Complaining so much even though you're wet..."
[Clara pauses. That's just the voice-over and, even if they were both trying to comply, it's not like that could just happen. She can't help but be curious, though, if there is any truth to it. The underwear snaps as she pulls her hand back. She's too shy to go all the way but instead moves her hand to touch between Red's legs. She drags two fingers along the lacy underwear, stroking back and forth, idly wondering if it would be bone dry or nor.]
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[It's even slightly before the cue that Clara's had brushes over the black underwear. She slides a finger under the fabric along the curve and drags it, lips parted in silent breath.]
"Shut up, giant." [The voice-over has no mercy for the easily cowed character.]
"Complaining so much even though you're wet..."
[Clara pauses. That's just the voice-over and, even if they were both trying to comply, it's not like that could just happen. She can't help but be curious, though, if there is any truth to it. The underwear snaps as she pulls her hand back. She's too shy to go all the way but instead moves her hand to touch between Red's legs. She drags two fingers along the lacy underwear, stroking back and forth, idly wondering if it would be bone dry or nor.]