[Love flirting with his priest while he's supposed to be AT WORK.
Ain fidgets with the end of the skirt, humming briefly.]
Oh... are you sure you wish to hear my sinful thoughts, Father? [...] I dream of him slipping his hands under my dress and groping my chest while his lips brush across my neck. I wish to sit pretty in his lap, blindfolded and collared, while his hands wander and he tells me I'm his.
...
Should I keep going?
[Has Wolfwood heard enough? Because Ain sure has More in his back pocket.]
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Ain fidgets with the end of the skirt, humming briefly.]
Oh... are you sure you wish to hear my sinful thoughts, Father? [...] I dream of him slipping his hands under my dress and groping my chest while his lips brush across my neck. I wish to sit pretty in his lap, blindfolded and collared, while his hands wander and he tells me I'm his.
...
Should I keep going?
[Has Wolfwood heard enough? Because Ain sure has More in his back pocket.]