[ Neither of them are going to win any awards for their dramatic talent, but Nami's still a good sport about being bent over the desk, managing another theatrical gasp as the manacles on her wrists are bolted in place, making it impossible for her to do more than wiggle in objection. ]
Painful?
[ She tries for a scoff but finds she's becoming slightly breathless as her imagination fills with all the possible ways this could go now that she's effectively at Red's mercy—a heated parade of mental images that feed into the heat flaring between her thighs when she feels the skirt of her costume pushed up and the thin, revealing lace panties she's been given to wear for this scene exposed. ]
That treasure's mine! Nothing you do could make me talk— nothing! [ Nami repeats the word for emphasis and gives another defiant squirm, her thighs parting slightly, enough to reveal the darkening patch where her arousal has begun to seep through the thin fabric. ]
no subject
Painful?
[ She tries for a scoff but finds she's becoming slightly breathless as her imagination fills with all the possible ways this could go now that she's effectively at Red's mercy—a heated parade of mental images that feed into the heat flaring between her thighs when she feels the skirt of her costume pushed up and the thin, revealing lace panties she's been given to wear for this scene exposed. ]
That treasure's mine! Nothing you do could make me talk— nothing! [ Nami repeats the word for emphasis and gives another defiant squirm, her thighs parting slightly, enough to reveal the darkening patch where her arousal has begun to seep through the thin fabric. ]