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Whatever you'd like me to do.

_{[ In the grand scheme of things it may not seem like much, but Roche has had plenty of run-ins with the "local" population to know that some only care about chasing their own highs. Sometimes it's fine — it makes it that much sweeter when he finally gets dragged over the edge himself, but... He'd be lying if he said it didn't drive him wild.

Idly, he picks at the hem of her shirt collar with a soft hum, and after a few moments of that he lets his fingers trace along her collarbone. ]}

I just figure... Why settle for just one prize when you can have all of them?

[ His answer's enough to send fresh heat spreading through her body, leaving her shifting closer, her leg drapes over his thigh as she slides closer. Nami turns, looking around the bar, sizing up their surroundings, much like she took stock of him when he first crossed her path. ]

How many prizes do you think you can give me before we get kicked out?

[ Nami turns back to Roche, lips still curved in amusement, shifting forward just enough to lean into the fingers he runs across her skin. ]

Or is this one of those - we start here and end up somewhere with enough room for all the prizes you've got for me, kinds of things?

_{[ Yeah, alright, Roche can play this game too. He doesn't say anything right off the bat, opting to swallow back what was left in his glass and keep tracing his fingertips over the patches of skin he can reach without dipping too far under the collar. How many... ]}

That depends on how observant our hosts are and what their tolerance is, doesn't it?

_{[ He reaches for the bottle to pour himself another, but he doesn't pick it up. He lets his hand drop down to her thigh instead and drums a short, off-tune rhythm to go with the barely-audible music drifting throughout the Cardinal, staring from the top of her leg, down to her knee, then to the inside where he lets it sit. What he wouldn't give for another pair of hands— ]}

That aside, it could be if that's what you want, too. You could have me here and should you want to see how far you can redline my engine before I have to tap out where we're not restrained by a table, then I'm more than okay with that. They did offer us plenty of rooms for this little soirée they put together, after all. It'd be a shame to not take advantage of them at some point.

_{[ And make off with some of the goods. There's bound to be some good shit in there free for the taking, right? ]}

[ Ah, the hosts. Part of the draw for Nami was how free from the horny bullshit Red Cardinal is, though she's not exactly the type to dwell on how now, she's the one bringing the bullshit. Instead, her mind works over the matter, her eyes following his as first his hand, and then his gaze drifts towards her thigh, compelling her to shift in her seat a little more, letting her legs part as one presses more firmly against his. ]

This place is known for keeping it cool and casual, so... [ She starts, quietly as the hand resting on Roche's leg moves higher, her fingers trailing up the inside of his thigh as she leans in and meets his eye, her voice a conspiratorial murmur. ]

If you think you can keep quiet while I'm finding out how much your engine can take, [ Nami doesn't come from a world with many motorized things, but she thinks her phrasing's pretty convincing anyway, the way her hand curves over the firming outline of his cock after it's climbed high enough on his thigh to touch him is probably helping. ]

Then I'd love to end the night enjoying you, and all the free stuff this resort's got waiting in those rooms.

[ Leaning in, her eyes don't leave his face until she gets close enough to duck her head and let her lips run down the side of his neck before nipping him gently, the hand massaging his cock through his pants pressing a little more insistently. ]

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

_{[ 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. ]}

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.

[ 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. ]

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