Girl Scout Cookies/0 boxes
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You allow the shadow of a smile to slither across your lips. "For now," you reply, taking a step towards Claire. She doesn't retreat, but you can tell from her eyes that she's sizing the extent of your audacity. | You allow the shadow of a smile to slither across your lips. "For now," you reply, taking a step towards Claire. She doesn't retreat, but you can tell from her eyes that she's sizing the extent of your audacity. | ||
| - | You're more than willing to demonstrate as you swiftly bring an arm around her waist, pressing against the small of her back to bring her forcefully into | + | You're more than willing to demonstrate as you swiftly bring an arm around her waist, pressing against the small of her back to bring her forcefully into your torso. To her credit, she doesn't panic at your advances, and simply brings her arms up to separate herself slightly from you. |
"If I'm not worth the money, then you're not worth the time," she says caustically, looking up at you with a wry smile. "No sampling the merchandise." She reaches behind herself, motioning to remove the hand you have placed on her back. | "If I'm not worth the money, then you're not worth the time," she says caustically, looking up at you with a wry smile. "No sampling the merchandise." She reaches behind herself, motioning to remove the hand you have placed on her back. | ||
Current revision as of 17:32, 17 September 2021
"Zero boxes," you say, returning Claire's nonchalance in kind.
Her arms fall to her sides, her expression bemused. "Zero," she repeats.
You allow the shadow of a smile to slither across your lips. "For now," you reply, taking a step towards Claire. She doesn't retreat, but you can tell from her eyes that she's sizing the extent of your audacity.
You're more than willing to demonstrate as you swiftly bring an arm around her waist, pressing against the small of her back to bring her forcefully into your torso. To her credit, she doesn't panic at your advances, and simply brings her arms up to separate herself slightly from you.
"If I'm not worth the money, then you're not worth the time," she says caustically, looking up at you with a wry smile. "No sampling the merchandise." She reaches behind herself, motioning to remove the hand you have placed on her back.
