Souji's not sure what he's ended up in, but has decided to take a 'whatever, it's the Hotel' attitude to everything. It does occur to him that this might be dangerously overcompensating for always ending up on top, and he keeps a Persona waiting in the back of his mind in lieu of a safeword. He doesn't think Minatsuki'll listen to a safeword.
"You look pretty in that outfit. Last complimentary thing I'll say without you forcing me too, promise," he jokes through his mild nervousness.
This was going to hurt, but, well, it's like finding a whole chili pepper in the fridge. You can't just not eat it simply because you know it'll hurt.
Hurt? Yeah, hurt was a good word for it - a fun word for it. And amused her greatly, because, yes it was. She would make sure of that. Hell, she'd even been on the other end of it and, oh, it had hurt. Perhaps that had been the needles her "lover" deemed appropriate to use on her, but it could have also been the hitting and the slapping. And he hadn't even had a whip.
Even if his compliment annoyed her slightly, and the brunette rolled her eyes, she smirked.
She shrugged, momentarily bending down - fuck these boots. She shouldn't have even put them on, as it was enough trouble drawing the zipper down as it was to put them on. "I ain't - gonna wanna hear you say anything about me," she drawled, shaking off the shoes and moving toward the bed in fishnet stockinged feet. And as her knees slid onto the silky soft sheets, she shrugged a little.
"Well...unless I change my mind, I don't think I wanna hear you talk. We'll see."
Souji nods. Now not talking, that he's good at. He has a lot of questions for Minatsuki - and will have more later, surely - but for now, he's enjoying looking at her and anticipating doing something they'd both enjoy. Sort of.
His eyes travel up from the fishnet stockings, over those knees, and up along the garter straps. She really looked, despite the outfit, like the kind of cute, timid-in-bed girl he thought of as his type, but she was definitely proving to be a contrast that way. Lying there, not quite bound tight yet, in just his typical uniform (unbuttoned), he feels slightly underdressed. And appropriately beneath her when she's towering like that.
She liked this height advantage, and took the time to fold her arms (carefully, so the crop would be easily accessible if need be) under her breasts, making them bounce slightly before shrugging and nodding her head toward his clothing. She could see a sliver of skin from where his shirt was unbuttoned, but had no intention of allowing him to remain clothed during this time. Part of this was being naked, right? Being open and exposed to her disposal. And he could't be that way with his shirt on.
"Undress," the slight brunette purred, shifting her weight so she swayed rather ominously above him, and smiling suggestively.
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"You look pretty in that outfit. Last complimentary thing I'll say without you forcing me too, promise," he jokes through his mild nervousness.
This was going to hurt, but, well, it's like finding a whole chili pepper in the fridge. You can't just not eat it simply because you know it'll hurt.
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Even if his compliment annoyed her slightly, and the brunette rolled her eyes, she smirked.
She shrugged, momentarily bending down - fuck these boots. She shouldn't have even put them on, as it was enough trouble drawing the zipper down as it was to put them on. "I ain't - gonna wanna hear you say anything about me," she drawled, shaking off the shoes and moving toward the bed in fishnet stockinged feet. And as her knees slid onto the silky soft sheets, she shrugged a little.
"Well...unless I change my mind, I don't think I wanna hear you talk. We'll see."
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His eyes travel up from the fishnet stockings, over those knees, and up along the garter straps. She really looked, despite the outfit, like the kind of cute, timid-in-bed girl he thought of as his type, but she was definitely proving to be a contrast that way. Lying there, not quite bound tight yet, in just his typical uniform (unbuttoned), he feels slightly underdressed. And appropriately beneath her when she's towering like that.
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"Undress," the slight brunette purred, shifting her weight so she swayed rather ominously above him, and smiling suggestively.
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