[ What a tidy boy, she's honestly kind of impressed. But as Childe works to undo her top, Primrose ducks her head to let her entire ponytail drape over her shoulder and down her front. She's completely unmarked back here (for now), and she stays still until she feels the fabric loosen, letting it slide down her arms until she can also add it to the sofa.
She's hardly shy, so there's none of that maidenly crossing her arms over her chest or anything like that, that would be silly. ]
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She's hardly shy, so there's none of that maidenly crossing her arms over her chest or anything like that, that would be silly. ]