[It's a barely respectable bachelor pad that Abigail has had zero contribution towards, aside from the emptied out potato chips bags by the couch. Neither friend roommate had asked, and Aby isn't about to become useful just yet. She does the bare minimum, and the couch is good enough for her in return.
They certainly won't be using the couch for this, now.
Testing the weight of the cuffs in her hands and finding them to be the real deal, she leads the way to Makoto's bedroom. It's the less tidy of the two, but the mere thought of Laurent's questionable activities in his makes her shudder.]
I don't know. Whatever turns you on, I guess. [And yet, she stands there expectantly, as if waiting for a show, foot tapping and cuffs swinging deftly from her fingers. Aby's eyes don't leave the knife in the young man's hand.]
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friendroommate had asked, and Aby isn't about to become useful just yet. She does the bare minimum, and the couch is good enough for her in return.They certainly won't be using the couch for this, now.
Testing the weight of the cuffs in her hands and finding them to be the real deal, she leads the way to Makoto's bedroom. It's the less tidy of the two, but the mere thought of Laurent's questionable activities in his makes her shudder.]
I don't know. Whatever turns you on, I guess. [And yet, she stands there expectantly, as if waiting for a show, foot tapping and cuffs swinging deftly from her fingers. Aby's eyes don't leave the knife in the young man's hand.]