[ How quickly he's able to cause a healthy blush to bloom across her face, all with just a look over her body. Pyra can't deny it-- she likes being desired by him. The way his gaze traces over her curves doesn't make her self conscious, but excited, knowing that he both appreciates her form and wants her. ]
I don't know, but maybe...
[ She steps forward, hands going up the sides of her own body. As her fingertips trail over her outfit and up her breast, little patches of light appear upon the fabric as if they're being burned, dissolved away. Not all of her shirt fades, but it leaves a stringy, mesh-like cover over in its place, as if she's just come from battle. ] It involves a little less on?
[ Whether he wants to take her clothes off or she do a strip-tease for him, she's oblige. ]
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I don't know, but maybe...
[ She steps forward, hands going up the sides of her own body. As her fingertips trail over her outfit and up her breast, little patches of light appear upon the fabric as if they're being burned, dissolved away. Not all of her shirt fades, but it leaves a stringy, mesh-like cover over in its place, as if she's just come from battle. ] It involves a little less on?
[ Whether he wants to take her clothes off or she do a strip-tease for him, she's oblige. ]