Bra and panties are still enough to send Tifa's eyes roving. She wants to stop; she knows what it can feel like to be looked at when she doesn't want to be, but Nami is just so...so...beautiful. Not like a vase or a flower or something. She's strong and she's muscled and she's feminine and Tifa wants to gently touch her like they did on that bed in the friendship pod.
She nods, glad for the distraction, even if it's an awkward one. Practice. Right. She watches, though, at how Nami assembles it. Not so different from some sparring equipment.
Her eyes go up, drinking in Nami's smile, and she smiles back. "I haven't seen a girl wear a dick before," she teases. "Haven't seen many dicks, honestly."
And then she bites her lip, heart starting to race, but she knows that she planned to ask this. Nami can always say no, she tells herself. And she didn't last time.
"Do you want to, uhm, demonstrate? I haven't -- everything is new to me and -- I trust you."
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Date: 2024-02-06 12:51 am (UTC)She nods, glad for the distraction, even if it's an awkward one. Practice. Right. She watches, though, at how Nami assembles it. Not so different from some sparring equipment.
Her eyes go up, drinking in Nami's smile, and she smiles back. "I haven't seen a girl wear a dick before," she teases. "Haven't seen many dicks, honestly."
And then she bites her lip, heart starting to race, but she knows that she planned to ask this. Nami can always say no, she tells herself. And she didn't last time.
"Do you want to, uhm, demonstrate? I haven't -- everything is new to me and -- I trust you."