Irene can see the grin on Hasibe's face- and mirrors it with one of her own, wolfish and hungry and positively delighted with herself.
That was the sort of show her college age self could never find a partner willing to join in with, much to her chagrin- and her heart's still pounding in her chest with excitement, sweat prickling on her skin, the most fantastic adrenalin rush flooding her chest with light.
She's wearing more than Hasi, for the sake of emphasising all her co-star's bare skin- though why anybody would need a reminder to look at Hasi half naked, she's not really sure. She's positively burning beneath sheer silk and tight leather, her high boots not helping much (though they'd helped eliminate some of the slightly image-ruining height difference between them), and she'd love to tell Hasi she was marvelous, but they aren't quite off the stage yet. That can come later.
There are no restraints to remove by now, though previously Hasibe had been straining against them for the look of the thing- the audience expects a certain about of B in their BDSM. In planning, they'd judged it better to have her 'die' when she had the choice to get up and leave if she wanted to, though, and from a staging perspective it meant she had been more capable of writhing. Irene offers a hand, and is hit once more by the bruises on Hasi's skin, a thrill of fascination and pride running through her- mixed with arousal, yes, fine, she does what she loves, but it's far from just sexual.
She wants to get off the stage- but she goes against her own decision just before they vacate it entirely, murmuring, "Stunning," into Hasibe's ear.
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That was the sort of show her college age self could never find a partner willing to join in with, much to her chagrin- and her heart's still pounding in her chest with excitement, sweat prickling on her skin, the most fantastic adrenalin rush flooding her chest with light.
She's wearing more than Hasi, for the sake of emphasising all her co-star's bare skin- though why anybody would need a reminder to look at Hasi half naked, she's not really sure. She's positively burning beneath sheer silk and tight leather, her high boots not helping much (though they'd helped eliminate some of the slightly image-ruining height difference between them), and she'd love to tell Hasi she was marvelous, but they aren't quite off the stage yet. That can come later.
There are no restraints to remove by now, though previously Hasibe had been straining against them for the look of the thing- the audience expects a certain about of B in their BDSM. In planning, they'd judged it better to have her 'die' when she had the choice to get up and leave if she wanted to, though, and from a staging perspective it meant she had been more capable of writhing. Irene offers a hand, and is hit once more by the bruises on Hasi's skin, a thrill of fascination and pride running through her- mixed with arousal, yes, fine, she does what she loves, but it's far from just sexual.
She wants to get off the stage- but she goes against her own decision just before they vacate it entirely, murmuring, "Stunning," into Hasibe's ear.