[She doesn't say it like it's a good thing. Though, she doesn't necessarily say it like it's a bad thing, either. Just an observation, of course... that might be just a tiny bit loaded with insinuations born from the karma and truth she had seen in abstract form of stains and crawling images upon his skin. But right now... she isn't「looking」at him. Not like that.
She is enjoying the view as he intends for it to be perceived.
Aroused and intrigued by what she has already seen, possessing certain high expectations that came from seeing just how confident and shameless he had been in his body when she had given her consultation, Kiritsubo lets her gaze linger leisurely over his undressing for a bit... but she has seen that before, so she is not terribly reluctant to turn away for the leisurely slink towards the pile of soft pillows. Doing so reveals glimpses of her colorfully tattooed back between shifting strands of long, pale hair, a stylized blade stabbing through a crimson flower, its tip pointing at a circular black symbol just above the cleft of a well-toned ass. The navagraha... if Sebastian is familiar with his Hindu astrology. And just below it, in turn... the mark of an Exalt.
Situating herself into an easy lounge against the cushions, Kiritsubo cannot help but smile with fangs as the man (hah) seamlessly, almost naturally, takes up a subservient position between the thighs she boldly spreads, pale skin supple and receptive to his touch. Fingers tap on the heavy swell of her right breast in a little flutter of amusement, a brief refraction of light glinting off the silver nipple ring that moves along with her. Her left hand, though....]
I don't know about you, but. I don't exactly appreciate this labyrinth playing with my desires, so...
[As much as she did not mind, no, liked indulging in this sort of feeling... She did not enjoy the core idea of being manipulated by an Oracle. Of knowing that it could do such a thing to even a being as powerful as she. There was an easy enough temporary solution to that, though. It's his pleasure to serve? Dark nails and long fingers slide past the tattoos over her womb and then all too casually spread her lower lips in both offer and demand, her voice a low, seductive rumble.]
... I am going to need you to provide me with a good reason to be this wet.
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[She doesn't say it like it's a good thing. Though, she doesn't necessarily say it like it's a bad thing, either. Just an observation, of course... that might be just a tiny bit loaded with insinuations born from the karma and truth she had seen in abstract form of stains and crawling images upon his skin. But right now... she isn't「looking」at him. Not like that.
She is enjoying the view as he intends for it to be perceived.
Aroused and intrigued by what she has already seen, possessing certain high expectations that came from seeing just how confident and shameless he had been in his body when she had given her consultation, Kiritsubo lets her gaze linger leisurely over his undressing for a bit... but she has seen that before, so she is not terribly reluctant to turn away for the leisurely slink towards the pile of soft pillows. Doing so reveals glimpses of her colorfully tattooed back between shifting strands of long, pale hair, a stylized blade stabbing through a crimson flower, its tip pointing at a circular black symbol just above the cleft of a well-toned ass. The navagraha... if Sebastian is familiar with his Hindu astrology. And just below it, in turn... the mark of an Exalt.
Situating herself into an easy lounge against the cushions, Kiritsubo cannot help but smile with fangs as the man (hah) seamlessly, almost naturally, takes up a subservient position between the thighs she boldly spreads, pale skin supple and receptive to his touch. Fingers tap on the heavy swell of her right breast in a little flutter of amusement, a brief refraction of light glinting off the silver nipple ring that moves along with her. Her left hand, though....]
I don't know about you, but. I don't exactly appreciate this labyrinth playing with my desires, so...
[As much as she did not mind, no, liked indulging in this sort of feeling... She did not enjoy the core idea of being manipulated by an Oracle. Of knowing that it could do such a thing to even a being as powerful as she. There was an easy enough temporary solution to that, though. It's his pleasure to serve? Dark nails and long fingers slide past the tattoos over her womb and then all too casually spread her lower lips in both offer and demand, her voice a low, seductive rumble.]
... I am going to need you to provide me with a good reason to be this wet.