Before she realized, You were near her and then her whole cheek was burning as You slapped her across the face.

OWWWW!!! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm taking them off ...

Face burning and ears still ringing, she hurries to quickly take off her bra and panties, fighting back the tears that were beginning to form. Quickly taking off the underwear and throwing it to the side as she straightens for Your "inspection." Blues still trying to avoid eye contact with You.

hmm
where's a slut when you need one?

Ok baby

*slips in for a bit*

Give me five
Brb

surprisingly quick for a big man, I take one long step forward, entering your personal space, and slap you across the face

I said all, I meant all
your ears still arent working
no get naked so I can have a good look at you

*walks in*
*first thing read- 'catholic cootchie'*
*proceeds to scroll down and reconstruct the entire conversation that led to that point*

Mmmm
Kissing you deeply
You are so pretty my precious pet

You are fabulous

relaxing
hands behind head as I peruse some of the pics and echoes

Standing up
Kissing You

Hello baby, rise and kiss me

They resort to something old fashioned while the network quarantine remains up. Nurses taking on the duty of passing information, on call students as well. They come to the door to find the last known spots of the doctors and they give them the next assigned patient and location.

"Thank you."

He leaves this patient in stasis, and moves on to the next. lp

Listening as You read the "charges." Raising her voice, indignant that You would say that she was a prostitute.

Those are lies! I never did any of that! And I never insulted the "judge" even though I doubt he's one. This was all a mistake, I assure You!!

Eyeing the open cell door as You remove the collar from her neck. For a second thinking that she can probably make a run for it. She was 5'6" and 130 pounds and in good athletic shape. She can probably outrun You, especially You having all that heavy guard gear. But then what? She will never get out of the building and they'll eventually catch her. No, she should stay put for now and look for a better time and place to escape. Hopefully, one appears soon.

With that, slowly rising. Rubbing her sore shoulders and neck as she slowly slips off her tee and shorts, leaving her in only her white matching underwear set. Legs pressed together, arms in front, trying to shield as much of herself as possible as she lowers her eyes and tries not to look at You.

Runs over
Dropping to my knees at your feet
Hello Kitara

Walking in … mona, a Crown and Coke please

The Tables
*chuckling*

I tend to just roll the dice and if people cheer I did a good thing.

*smiling*

Other than that I do recall that the pass bet is one of the safest.

Poker is fun to but I have no face for it whatsoever. I’ve never lied very well, I either show it on my face or I lie so big it’s obvious.

Rehearsals
Holly offered a considerate nod, adjusting the terribly close way she leaned in like somehow talking about that existed on a level of secrecy more secret than secret-erection.

"Okay, I just wanted to check in and see how you were feeling, izzal…" there was no way to not make her locked eyes not-awkward so she just gave up the effort, pinched brows lobbying towards the impression she cared sincerely about what she assumed was a fragile and impressionable state of mind, for you.

Perhaps also admitting to herself that she was also concerned about the Optics of the situation, an awkwardness-debt that was slowly mounting (no pun intended) in the background as the seconds ticked by, nearly-audibly given the rush of blood in her ears and the glowing red peeking through the pale of her hair.

"O-Oh, yeah, and obviously we can do with a costume change — whew, is it a bit chilly on the stage?" she performed as suggested, a small flourish of movement not enough to pick up and gather the blankets, but did let her plop down unceremoniously to your side, downstage, on her side so that she took up a wider profile than you supine, though if anyone approached from backstage they were about to see something.

Oh god, was it going away or no?

"Uhh… really bad takeout food. Papercuts. The sound of nails on chalkboard. Pimples. Human atrocities. Car crashes. Naked mole-rats?"

Holly was trying to help.

Let's just hope her choices for deflationary thoughts didn't have the opposite effect…

slow look around
wondering if there are any shame-and-humiliation craving sluts around

the sort who crave to please and get harshly dominated