[ Grell braces herself, in anticipation of being shoved to the floor once more - but what he does, instead, positively delights her. With a feral smile, she rakes her teeth over her lower lip. A purr of a chuckle rolls low in her throat. ]
How is one expected to endure mediocrity once indulging in a taste of ambrosia~? [ Leaning in closer, she makes no attempt at breaking free, apparently only interested in his lips. ] It's simply impossible.
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How is one expected to endure mediocrity once indulging in a taste of ambrosia~? [ Leaning in closer, she makes no attempt at breaking free, apparently only interested in his lips. ] It's simply impossible.