She tries to recall if she's said anything incredibly foolish in all this, her gaze wandering away to some shadowed corner of the tent instead of his face.
"Something in the pollen it seems." She says. "I wonder if I had gotten stung instead of you I would have become the aggressor and you the writhing, pleading vessel for my pleasure."
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Date: 2023-11-12 09:56 pm (UTC)"Something in the pollen it seems." She says. "I wonder if I had gotten stung instead of you I would have become the aggressor and you the writhing, pleading vessel for my pleasure."