[So, she's a diamond, then — and more than that, she's one with her suit at least partially activated. For a second, a fleeting memory comes back to him, another dark-haired woman and another similar rescue, now faded into the past with her departure from the resort. A shame, really. It wasn't just that she'd been beautiful; she'd been inexperienced, and it'd made her reactions all the more enthralling for it —
Not the time for that. Memories can wait, when there's a living breathing woman here instead who's barely able to keep on her feet, and it doesn't take much to guess why. Diamonds is such a compelling suit, the way it takes the body and turns it into a weapon for good or for ill alike.]
No, I don't think you should.
[There are all sorts of alcoves around Cloaca and Dagger, shadowed and acoustically dampened; he tugs her into the nearest one before pulling her against him, her back to his chest, in a way that he'll maintain is entirely to help keep her balanced while she wavers unsteadily on her feet.
The fact that she ends up supported against his body, with the bar of his arm wrapped snugly beneath her breasts and his hips pressed flush against her ass, is entirely coincidence, and not nearly temptation at all.]
You seem unsteady on your feet. Are you feeling all right?
[He asks, casual, like he doesn't already know better.]
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Not the time for that. Memories can wait, when there's a living breathing woman here instead who's barely able to keep on her feet, and it doesn't take much to guess why. Diamonds is such a compelling suit, the way it takes the body and turns it into a weapon for good or for ill alike.]
No, I don't think you should.
[There are all sorts of alcoves around Cloaca and Dagger, shadowed and acoustically dampened; he tugs her into the nearest one before pulling her against him, her back to his chest, in a way that he'll maintain is entirely to help keep her balanced while she wavers unsteadily on her feet.
The fact that she ends up supported against his body, with the bar of his arm wrapped snugly beneath her breasts and his hips pressed flush against her ass, is entirely coincidence, and not nearly temptation at all.]
You seem unsteady on your feet. Are you feeling all right?
[He asks, casual, like he doesn't already know better.]