[ Primrose glances down at it, running a considering finger down that tiny patch of bare skin. Well, she's heard stranger requests-- orders, really, so "if that's alright" sounds a little foreign in her ears.
But it makes her smile, ever so slightly, as she leans in to kiss him. This one carries with it a hint of teeth, more of a suggestion than a warning. ]
I understand. Then let us begin our dance, shall we?
[ By which I mean if he doesn't do it himself, her hands are already at the waist of his pants. ]
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But it makes her smile, ever so slightly, as she leans in to kiss him. This one carries with it a hint of teeth, more of a suggestion than a warning. ]
I understand. Then let us begin our dance, shall we?
[ By which I mean if he doesn't do it himself, her hands are already at the waist of his pants. ]