flora
Though the breath Flora hisses over her lips sounds pained and the way her fingers greedily grasp at Jack in response might suggest that the tassels had hurt, her mind flared with electric light as her skin tingled in response. "I mean.." Pausing to catch her breath, surprised to find her lungs suddenly empty of air, Flora loosened her hold on the captain as if the tiniest bit of pressure from the whip hadn't just immediately sent fire down the backs of her thighs. "..it seems like it'd be way hotter if it was real, though, you know? Like if you made someone who didn't necessarily want to submit do it." Whereas if submission was what she wanted from Jack, no doubt he'd be on his knees in a second. But if there was someelse...someone the captain could work his magic on, someone who might properly try to resist over whom Flora might actually try and assert some measure of control...
Reaching for the whip, Flora's first instinct is to hold it like one of her daggers, so when she slashed it against the footboard, the resounding thwack is the sort which would definitely have left bruises had it been against skin. "I guess if you've got mental porno going on all around you there's no need to come up with your own." The queen reasons with a small shrug, though the idea of it was still somewhat strange. Knowing it wasn't the sort of thing someone prone to jealousy should dwell on—if Flora thought too hard about her BoyFriEnD having constant access to the sexual fantasies of everyone around him she'd probably get a bit prickly about it—instead, she sauntered toward one of the couches which had seemingly been designed with the human body in mind based on the way it arched and rolled to accommodate curves and hips.
Reaching for the whip, Flora's first instinct is to hold it like one of her daggers, so when she slashed it against the footboard, the resounding thwack is the sort which would definitely have left bruises had it been against skin. "I guess if you've got mental porno going on all around you there's no need to come up with your own." The queen reasons with a small shrug, though the idea of it was still somewhat strange. Knowing it wasn't the sort of thing someone prone to jealousy should dwell on—if Flora thought too hard about her BoyFriEnD having constant access to the sexual fantasies of everyone around him she'd probably get a bit prickly about it—instead, she sauntered toward one of the couches which had seemingly been designed with the human body in mind based on the way it arched and rolled to accommodate curves and hips.
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?
