Her heart-beat picks up when she sees him still staring at her. It's not from fear. She's had men stare at her before, overheard words she wasn't meant to hear. Young men boasting, saying that it would be a fine night if her breasts were in their hands and they were filling her with their cocks. That they would lay with her, but laying with a witch makes a man impotent. His stare doesn't feel like those looks.
"I would demonstrate on myself, but that would make what you were looking at backward. I, is it alright if I touch you?"
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Date: 2024-03-21 01:36 am (UTC)"I would demonstrate on myself, but that would make what you were looking at backward. I, is it alright if I touch you?"