[She glanced over her shoulder, fingers already slipping down to unfasten the buttons of her blouse.]
Well, I wouldn't object to a helping hand, should the urge strike you.
[It was Okakou in a nutshell; never outright demanding, but obliging and gentle, laying down a path and patiently waiting for him to declare a preference for it or forsake it entirely. It was hard to say whether that was a trait intrinsic to her, or whether his presence in her life had shaped up the . habit. Whatever the case, with his help or without, soon she's left in nothing more than a thin, lavender set in lace.]
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[She glanced over her shoulder, fingers already slipping down to unfasten the buttons of her blouse.]
Well, I wouldn't object to a helping hand, should the urge strike you.
[It was Okakou in a nutshell; never outright demanding, but obliging and gentle, laying down a path and patiently waiting for him to declare a preference for it or forsake it entirely. It was hard to say whether that was a trait intrinsic to her, or whether his presence in her life had shaped up the . habit. Whatever the case, with his help or without, soon she's left in nothing more than a thin, lavender set in lace.]