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She gazes at him for a while, still confused about the entire situation. He then gently caresses her cheek, saying, "Don't worry; we can experiment with whatever this is, and if it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t." She inquires, "So, share about your past relationships, your life... and so on." He ponders deeply for a moment, replying, "Well, before entering the brothel scene, I was pursuing a medical degree, but then... that happened. As for past relationships, none; I've never had the time or someone who showed interest in me." She shifts her organic arm to his back and smiles wryly. "None at all? Really? I can't complain, though; it's nice to think I might be the first..." She drags him with her natural arm further into her lap, his face just inches from hers, staring at her in astonishment, blushing. She continues, “ leaving my mark and since you’re like a blank canvas…” as she playfully hovers her lips above his, “there are plenty…plenty of spots to mark.”
She continues to dismiss his heavy breathing and awkwardness. "So, you're into medicine, huh? Not many smartasses around here," he mutters, averting his gaze, his cheeks reddening as he tries to avoid her dreamy, captivating gray eyes. "I just find it fascinating, and I love helping people," she responds, her hand sliding from his back down to his pants, lingering there as she kisses his neck, breathing in his unique lavender scent that stands out in the murky depths of Zaun. "Helping people, huh? So, you're just a clueless know-it-all," she teases. He doesn't reply; he's too caught up in the moment to fully grasp what's happening. Completely sober, every little movement she makes sends tremors through him, and he can't conceal his reaction. She slips her hand inside his pants, grabbing his backside, making him jolt in her lap. "H-hey!”
She just hushes him, saying, “Come on, I wanna hear more about you.”
“O-okay, b-but there’s really n-nothing i-interesting to s-say,” he stutters, struggling to get the words out.
She grips his backside even tighter. “Well, that’s enough for now,” she says, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear with her mechanical arm while he’s still turned away. “look at me, smarty-pants,” she smirks into his ear, feeling him shiver in her lap. “you’re so quiet, especially considering where your mouth was an hour ago.”
She holds his chin with her metal fingers, guiding him to look at her, and then, slowly hovering her lips above his, she caresses his bottom lip with her metal thumb. “I guess we could give it a try, he nods, her thumb still on his bottom lip. “Good boy,“ and then crushes her lips with his, being so aggressive with her tongue she wouldn't admit it, but as much as every move has an effect on him, every whimper of his has an effect on her, and she likes squeezing them out one by one.