[Her voice is steady but her breathing is shallow, goosebumps prickling along the line of her shoulders. Her nipples, already swollen and hard, are flushed a deep rosy-pink; the touch of his hand makes electric heat spark through them, and a quiet voice in the back of her mind wonders if it means she's been on this island for too long. The rest of her doesn't care, swept up in the sensation of being watched, studied like a piece of performance art. She doesn't like being stared at by a crowd, not usually, but there was a certain thrill to it now. Maybe because it's something she's not normally into, the sheer strangeness setting her nerves alight.]
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[Her voice is steady but her breathing is shallow, goosebumps prickling along the line of her shoulders. Her nipples, already swollen and hard, are flushed a deep rosy-pink; the touch of his hand makes electric heat spark through them, and a quiet voice in the back of her mind wonders if it means she's been on this island for too long. The rest of her doesn't care, swept up in the sensation of being watched, studied like a piece of performance art. She doesn't like being stared at by a crowd, not usually, but there was a certain thrill to it now. Maybe because it's something she's not normally into, the sheer strangeness setting her nerves alight.]
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