[ It definitely isn't a show, because this boy is a pretty crappy bit of entertainment. She would demand to speak to a manager, try to get her money back, the whole nine yards. As it is, she moves closer rather than away, and in one slick movement, is pinning his neck down with her hand. His cheek, at least one of them, will be digging into the fibers of the bedsheet.
She pulls the hanger back out and tosses it to the side, with the faint 'pop' sound of the rusted metal sliding out. Deftly, Aranea presses one thumb over the now opened wound that's torn through his fresh scar tissue.
As for Hei? He, uh, remains pinned. (It still isn't a fetish thing, probably.) ]
Can't imagine you thought that plan through for more than a few seconds.
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... you idiot.
[ It definitely isn't a show, because this boy is a pretty crappy bit of entertainment. She would demand to speak to a manager, try to get her money back, the whole nine yards. As it is, she moves closer rather than away, and in one slick movement, is pinning his neck down with her hand. His cheek, at least one of them, will be digging into the fibers of the bedsheet.
She pulls the hanger back out and tosses it to the side, with the faint 'pop' sound of the rusted metal sliding out. Deftly, Aranea presses one thumb over the now opened wound that's torn through his fresh scar tissue.
As for Hei? He, uh, remains pinned. (It still isn't a fetish thing, probably.) ]
Can't imagine you thought that plan through for more than a few seconds.