"G'raha Tia," she repeats with a smile. "I am pleased to meet you."
He has a pleasant laugh, she thinks, and an equally pleasant manner; she only looks away when her drink is placed on the bar before her and she pauses to give it a quick but thoughtful taste test.
"That is a kind offer." And, in truth, perhaps not one she expected to arrive at quite so quickly and easily but she is here hoping to find a bit of friendly negotiation. "Shall we compare cards? We can see if anything conveniently aligns and make an exchange of it, if you like."
She turns to face him fully as though they are about to have a discussion of something far more reasonable than kink bingo in a magical sex prison currently shaped like a giant ship and uses her watch to pull up the digital version of her own card. "My top row or leftmost column are arguably the friendliest for new acquaintances." She angles it toward him for the sake of transparency but the display's a bit small so she reads the squares in question aloud: "Kissing, fingering, oral sex, begging, and scratching."
To her credit, this time she doesn't blush. The most questionable among those is begging, she thinks; it doesn't come naturally to her at all, although she supposes how convincing the begging is may not matter. Regardless, the others all seem so simple that she feels no need to ask it of him.
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He has a pleasant laugh, she thinks, and an equally pleasant manner; she only looks away when her drink is placed on the bar before her and she pauses to give it a quick but thoughtful taste test.
"That is a kind offer." And, in truth, perhaps not one she expected to arrive at quite so quickly and easily but she is here hoping to find a bit of friendly negotiation. "Shall we compare cards? We can see if anything conveniently aligns and make an exchange of it, if you like."
She turns to face him fully as though they are about to have a discussion of something far more reasonable than kink bingo in a magical sex prison currently shaped like a giant ship and uses her watch to pull up the digital version of her own card. "My top row or leftmost column are arguably the friendliest for new acquaintances." She angles it toward him for the sake of transparency but the display's a bit small so she reads the squares in question aloud: "Kissing, fingering, oral sex, begging, and scratching."
To her credit, this time she doesn't blush. The most questionable among those is begging, she thinks; it doesn't come naturally to her at all, although she supposes how convincing the begging is may not matter. Regardless, the others all seem so simple that she feels no need to ask it of him.