[Lys trails off as she stands up, knotting the thin towel around her waist triple-tight. Clears her throat and finds her voice again, stepping closer, adjusting to acting normally while mentally preparing to grind crotches with a perfect stranger.]
It's just weird, sometimes, what counts for a square.
[And then she moves to straddle him, the muscles in her long, coltish legs flexing as she settles only so much of her weight on his lap and no more. The robots chirp approvingly, tinny chiptune noises mingling with low chatter from the human onlookers; Lys drops her voice in turn, murmuring so only Noiz can hear as she rocks her hips, pressing against him.]
I've checked off some squares without having sex. I was just turned on.
[Like she's turned on now, almost against her own will, keenly aware of the eyes watching them.]
no subject
[Lys trails off as she stands up, knotting the thin towel around her waist triple-tight. Clears her throat and finds her voice again, stepping closer, adjusting to acting normally while mentally preparing to grind crotches with a perfect stranger.]
It's just weird, sometimes, what counts for a square.
[And then she moves to straddle him, the muscles in her long, coltish legs flexing as she settles only so much of her weight on his lap and no more. The robots chirp approvingly, tinny chiptune noises mingling with low chatter from the human onlookers; Lys drops her voice in turn, murmuring so only Noiz can hear as she rocks her hips, pressing against him.]
I've checked off some squares without having sex. I was just turned on.
[Like she's turned on now, almost against her own will, keenly aware of the eyes watching them.]
But other times, that wasn't enough.