[The way Jester’s fangs dimple her lower lip as she looks down at him is both inordinately charming and extremely alluring. He can too easily imagine those fangs pricking at his mouth or dragging over his skin, and although the time he spent awaiting her arrival managed to pass in a meditative haze, he no longer feels very patient at all. When she steps around him to settle into her chair, Liem tilts his face to follow her like a flower seeking the sun.]
I do feel lucky.
[He eyes that intriguing little dress, wondering how it’s fastened, considering the ribbons on her shoes and the curious black mesh of her tights. He’s never had cause to undress a woman wearing clothes like these before; the only woman he’s been with in Noctium preferred garments much more traditional to her home. But by the playful eagerness of his regard, he finds the prospect to be a thrilling one.]
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I do feel lucky.
[He eyes that intriguing little dress, wondering how it’s fastened, considering the ribbons on her shoes and the curious black mesh of her tights. He’s never had cause to undress a woman wearing clothes like these before; the only woman he’s been with in Noctium preferred garments much more traditional to her home. But by the playful eagerness of his regard, he finds the prospect to be a thrilling one.]
Can I use my mouth?