i can make the badguys good for a weekend
As Danta cups her face, Charlie has no idea if he means to kiss or admonish her, but either way, she looks up at him with large expectant eyes, seemingly content to deal with either. "Oh? Oh!" Her cheeks swell beneath his hands. "It was like that before too. About eating people, I mean." Pouting, Charlie lets her lower lip fully pucker for a moment. "But they taste so gooooooooooood." She whines playfully, before returning his wink in acknowledgment of how she might skirt certain social concerns.
"And...the orgies?" She implores, leaning forward as if she means to beg Danta to allow them should the Maverick turn her down.
Not minding her fellow blonde's gaze, Charlie swivels on her chair and strikes a pose: jutting out one shoulder, lifting her chest, and crossing one leg high over the other. "I'd love that! Thank you!" If it wasn't so much working hopping off the stool and then back on, she might have collapsed into his arms (or around his waist, more like). Instead, she simply reached across to give his hand an affectionate squeeze.
"So how long were you under? Were you a leader of somewhere before, too?"
"And...the orgies?" She implores, leaning forward as if she means to beg Danta to allow them should the Maverick turn her down.
Not minding her fellow blonde's gaze, Charlie swivels on her chair and strikes a pose: jutting out one shoulder, lifting her chest, and crossing one leg high over the other. "I'd love that! Thank you!" If it wasn't so much working hopping off the stool and then back on, she might have collapsed into his arms (or around his waist, more like). Instead, she simply reached across to give his hand an affectionate squeeze.
"So how long were you under? Were you a leader of somewhere before, too?"
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
