["I'm not picky," she said, and yet Rin is pushing the tablet back to him. Her hand brushing up against his. Her skin is warm. Soft. She sits up rather than allowing herself to continue reclining. Dark, wavy hair falls forward to obscure her nipples, and the fabric of her skirt falls back on the tops of her legs.]

Pass. He looks like the kind of guy who knows how pretty he is, and that's the most annoying kind of person. Who would be into the sort of vanity that leaves a person without substance on the inside? I'd get more angry than turned on.

[Instead of being an absolute princess of pillow mountain, Rin starts reaching for the sack of items meant to help them out. Small hands with nails fashioned into claws search like a raccoon through trash. Everything is worth looking at once, but not all of it is worth keeping. Like the little wand that delivers an electric shock? She flicks it away. This young man doesn't bring the right vibe for that kind of play.]