[ They're at a mixer! While others may be here forced, Weiss sure isn't. While she'd rather not play the bigger game this resort and its management want from them, she's also found that the more intimate parts of it aren't so bad after all. Whatever embarrassment she thought of it stay in her head, but they're thrown out the window once she gets in the mood and around the right people.
Nami hasn't given her a reason to get huffy or to get too embarrassed. It's a lot easier to be playful, to want and to get, and to enjoy. It's easy to help get the straps of Nami's bra off her shoulders and down her arms, and the way her eyes drop down for a few seconds to admire what's now exposed to her shows she isn't embarrassed, either.
There are makings a scar on the right side of her torso, just an inch or so below her breast that goes all the way down to above her tailbone. The rest of her dress still covers it up, but the rough patch of skin would be something Nami would feel from Weiss' back, too. She's small, dainty, and very obviously takes care of her body from just how smooth and perfect she feels, save for that scar there. It isn't something Weiss has ever talked about with anyone, but being impaled by a burning weapon doesn't really make for a fun conversation, especially in a situation like this. Not that she's ashamed— it's a battle scar, one that defines who she is today. ]
You're- [ She laughs, a giddy little one, that shows that she's having fun too. ] You're good with your hands. They feel nice.
[ The gentle touch, yet it feels like it could be more if Nami put more weight to them. There's a little bit of roughness from the touch, but Weiss thinks she prefers it that way. Her own fingers should be calloused from how she handles her sword, but with all the care she puts into taking care of her skin, there's just a hint of roughness from it. She's slow when a hand makes its way to Nami's breast, a curious touch as it hovers over the curve of it for a moment. When she does gain confidence a second later, her fingers splay over what she can touch before they curl for a squeeze.
It's all making her feel hotter. The way she's beginning to explore the other woman's body, hands all over hers, both on her breasts and just below her ass. Weiss has been trying her best to remain calm—maybe Nami would like that—but she's increasingly becoming needy that that cool would go away soon. ]
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Nami hasn't given her a reason to get huffy or to get too embarrassed. It's a lot easier to be playful, to want and to get, and to enjoy. It's easy to help get the straps of Nami's bra off her shoulders and down her arms, and the way her eyes drop down for a few seconds to admire what's now exposed to her shows she isn't embarrassed, either.
There are makings a scar on the right side of her torso, just an inch or so below her breast that goes all the way down to above her tailbone. The rest of her dress still covers it up, but the rough patch of skin would be something Nami would feel from Weiss' back, too. She's small, dainty, and very obviously takes care of her body from just how smooth and perfect she feels, save for that scar there. It isn't something Weiss has ever talked about with anyone, but being impaled by a burning weapon doesn't really make for a fun conversation, especially in a situation like this. Not that she's ashamed— it's a battle scar, one that defines who she is today. ]
You're- [ She laughs, a giddy little one, that shows that she's having fun too. ] You're good with your hands. They feel nice.
[ The gentle touch, yet it feels like it could be more if Nami put more weight to them. There's a little bit of roughness from the touch, but Weiss thinks she prefers it that way. Her own fingers should be calloused from how she handles her sword, but with all the care she puts into taking care of her skin, there's just a hint of roughness from it. She's slow when a hand makes its way to Nami's breast, a curious touch as it hovers over the curve of it for a moment. When she does gain confidence a second later, her fingers splay over what she can touch before they curl for a squeeze.
It's all making her feel hotter. The way she's beginning to explore the other woman's body, hands all over hers, both on her breasts and just below her ass. Weiss has been trying her best to remain calm—maybe Nami would like that—but she's increasingly becoming needy that that cool would go away soon. ]