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She just was not entirely ready to take a sip of something that contained alcohol. She knew what it could do with a brain. It was the perfect weapon in many ways, but only if used against others, though depending on the individual, it could also possibly switch around against her favour. What kind of man would give such liquid to a girl under age anyways. It could make her ponder, but the girl paid no attention to such things. The girl needed further real life experience to gain some insight. Despite the alcohol that tainted his breath, the man’s scent was an overall masculine fragrant that made her feel comfortable. Her hand slowly continued to reveal more of her flat abdomen, the fur a harmonic mixture of white and very light gold, matching the charcoal copper on her back.
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Her knight’s palm settled on the exposed skin, and was slightly hotter than her skin. It felt nice. He whispered in her ears, his words soft. Her lips forget a pout, yet her fire hot eyes seemed less depressed about how this had turned out. He was so close. His breath did not seem so sour in her nostrils anymore. His words seemed tempting, and a small smile traced her lips, instantly shuffling the pout away. Despite this, she turned away yet again, brushing his hand away as her newly released hand found the fabric, arms crossing over. For a moment, she shifted her weight on her feet, her hip elegantly following. Slowly, almost unnaturally so, she removed her tight t-shirt, slowly pulling it over hear head, very slowly revealing her attractive flesh.
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She halfway turned to spare him a slightly shy glance, her shirt gently pressed against her chest, and hands crossing over on top of the fabric. She lowered it slightly, although it seemed to be an unconscious move. Just enough to hint about the curves that were hidden behind the cloth that she clutched against her chest. Her smile widened slightly, her eyes blazing warmly despite the small portion of shyness added.
