I don't trust nobody
Sex things. She can't help giggling, shaking her head at his terminology because it was still just too cute the way he spoke about it. She tried to keep from grinning, but failed miserably as one split her lips, "Well that's better than what I was picturing. Glad to know that the person maintaining it is well versed in sex things." Maeve teased, wrinkling her nose at him as she lightly poked his side, feeling a bit playful.
It was the second laugh she had gotten from him tonight and Maeve was honestly pretty damn proud of her ability to make this stranger laugh. Maybe because he was meant to be her new friend, but it made her feel good either way. "There's no pressure. Just want you to know that there are options. If not with me, someone else from the brothel. Just.. you have an option to try it in a safe way is all." That's what she's trying to tell him. Whether or not that came through clearly is hard to tell with the remnants of her high buzzing in her skull.
Maeve turned her attention to him, brows knitting together as he started to fumble with his words, but she managed to get the gist of it and her expression softened as she gazed at him. "It's okay... I think I understand what you mean." Maeve had been with all sorts of people. Men, women, non-binaries, those who identified with one gender or another. None of it held too much weight. She was there to make people feel good. No matter what they identified as. "You aren't the first person in that boat to have graced my bed and you wouldn't be the last. I can handle it."
It was the second laugh she had gotten from him tonight and Maeve was honestly pretty damn proud of her ability to make this stranger laugh. Maybe because he was meant to be her new friend, but it made her feel good either way. "There's no pressure. Just want you to know that there are options. If not with me, someone else from the brothel. Just.. you have an option to try it in a safe way is all." That's what she's trying to tell him. Whether or not that came through clearly is hard to tell with the remnants of her high buzzing in her skull.
Maeve turned her attention to him, brows knitting together as he started to fumble with his words, but she managed to get the gist of it and her expression softened as she gazed at him. "It's okay... I think I understand what you mean." Maeve had been with all sorts of people. Men, women, non-binaries, those who identified with one gender or another. None of it held too much weight. She was there to make people feel good. No matter what they identified as. "You aren't the first person in that boat to have graced my bed and you wouldn't be the last. I can handle it."
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
