[A quick glance over his card—something that only takes two minutes instead of ten, thank god for reading lessons—and...wait, what? A low mumble slips out, barely audible and under her breath:]
What the heck is sounding? [H-Hm! Thoughts for later.] ...Sure. Okay.
[That measuring, speculative look still on her face, Lys shrugs off the towel draped around her shoulders. Before, her small breasts had been at least nominally covered, but now lay exposed to open air. Ignoring the approving murmurs from the robots, the hyperawareness of being stared at by strangers, she looks only at Noiz, nipples hardening in brazen and traitorous display.]
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What the heck is sounding? [H-Hm! Thoughts for later.] ...Sure. Okay.
[That measuring, speculative look still on her face, Lys shrugs off the towel draped around her shoulders. Before, her small breasts had been at least nominally covered, but now lay exposed to open air. Ignoring the approving murmurs from the robots, the hyperawareness of being stared at by strangers, she looks only at Noiz, nipples hardening in brazen and traitorous display.]
How do you want to do this?