flora
"I thought you were the (s)expert." Flora trills as they come to stop at the door. Eyeing it for a moment, adrenaline and nervous energy washing over her in waves, the queen slips through the doorway, not at all prepared for what the room held. Expecting to see a few iron grates, maybe a table with some shackles on it—he had said sex dungeon, alright—the wealth of options had the Doubletake's mind temporarily shorting out as her mind struggled to comprehend the wealth of objects on offer.
Walking toward the swing and running a hand along the strap fastening it to the ceiling, Flora's eyes trailed to a vase filled with frilly whips in the corner, the various types of shackles on the bed, a bench that looked like there was just a cock jutting out of it, and a couch that seemed modelled after the female body. Turning, her cheeks flushed and her mind still woefully overwhelmed, Flora laughed self-consciously, gesturing a touch helplessly around her. They both knew that while she liked a bit of tension and possessiveness, that actual pain was not up Flora's alley and while she was certain Jack could probably expertly walk that line with the items in the room, she did wonder if that wasn't sort of missing the point of it all.
Turning toward him, her nose crinkling ever so slightly, the queen sips in a breath. "I feel like I don't even know what half of it's for."
Walking toward the swing and running a hand along the strap fastening it to the ceiling, Flora's eyes trailed to a vase filled with frilly whips in the corner, the various types of shackles on the bed, a bench that looked like there was just a cock jutting out of it, and a couch that seemed modelled after the female body. Turning, her cheeks flushed and her mind still woefully overwhelmed, Flora laughed self-consciously, gesturing a touch helplessly around her. They both knew that while she liked a bit of tension and possessiveness, that actual pain was not up Flora's alley and while she was certain Jack could probably expertly walk that line with the items in the room, she did wonder if that wasn't sort of missing the point of it all.
Turning toward him, her nose crinkling ever so slightly, the queen sips in a breath. "I feel like I don't even know what half of it's for."
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
