But when he questions what she's doing (or rather, if she is sure she wishes to), she blinks at him as if she is genuinely confused as to why he might be asking.]
You wished to see my tattoos, did you not... ?
[Finally, the cloth she is peeling away begins to show ink and not just the tempting line of her collarbone or the flawless swell of bosom, revealing geometric tiles of honeycomb dripping down her left breast, a bee (or was it a hornet?) crawling across the "surface".]
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But when he questions what she's doing (or rather, if she is sure she wishes to), she blinks at him as if she is genuinely confused as to why he might be asking.]
You wished to see my tattoos, did you not... ?
[Finally, the cloth she is peeling away begins to show ink and not just the tempting line of her collarbone or the flawless swell of bosom, revealing geometric tiles of honeycomb dripping down her left breast, a bee (or was it a hornet?) crawling across the "surface".]