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I have it on good authority that they've...

<sub>[ He takes a moment to inhale and roll his shoulders, all while letting himself slide forward in the booth to give the illusion of someone taking a well-deserved moment of relaxation. And, well, he is, isn't he? His thighs spread to give her that much more room to work with, and as he tilts his head over a little to bump against Nami's, it's... honestly easy to pass them off as a pair of strangers murmuring sweet nothings to one another.

There was — thankfully, to Roche's knowledge — no rules against that. One couldn't put a damper on affection, after all. ]</sub>

Mn, that they've got a wonderful selection of things to choose from. Ah, hang on—

_{[ For a moment Roche's hand leaves her thigh but it's only long enough to cover hers with his, squeezing once and pulling a low hum from his throat. It's encouragement, and just as quickly as his hand had left it returns to draw small patterns along her skin through the fabric of her pants. Circles, diamonds, loose swirls, all while he walks his fingers up higher and higher until he's forced to loop his arm around her back to touch her opposite hip. ]}

Now... I ought to ask the important questions, shouldn't I? Seeing as we need to err on the side of caution in here, I assume you don't have any qualms about taking things slow until we move on? Think of it like taking a cruise down the shoreline versus racing from one end of the bay to the other.

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[ Luxury is always an easy way to catch Nami's attention. After a lifetime of tribulation, the finer things appeal to her for a multitude of reasons, and there's no reason why she can't enjoy the comforts of whatever suite they end up in while they're picking the place clean.

His hand covers hers, and for a moment Nami stills, forehead creasing in brief confusion before the squeeze he gives her makes her chuckle quietly under her breath, leaving her ducking her head down to bump his jaw with the bridge of her nose. She stays still, but the gentle pressure she lends to the palm curved around the outline of his cock doesn't let up, sitting back enough to steal a look up at his face, considering the boundaries of slow, while the candy's effect works in the background, keeping her close against him. ]

We can do slow.

[ One corner of her mouth curls up in a smirk as she shifts forward in her seat enough to refill their glasses, the hand against him leisurely working up the length of him. ]

But, I really like where my hand is, if that's alright. [ She gives the head of his cock a gentle squeeze through her pants, raising her eyebrows at him as she moves. ]