[ the kicked pebble rolls and skips about until it taps gently at her hip, which cues the bluenette to twist her focus away from the device up at heather. like her, she shuts off the gadget but stays how she lies—her gaze bobbing over the other's attire, her physique, the posture, and hair—and she breaks into a shrewd smirk. it reeks and twists with rascality. ]
Is that what you want, Princess? [ to emphasize the "you", she aims both her index and her prosthetic middle fingers at heather's general direction—as if she is at gunpoint. ] — Crammed in a hole with a bunch of stuffy old-timers can leave a couple of girls like us prreettty lonely.
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Is that what you want, Princess? [ to emphasize the "you", she aims both her index and her prosthetic middle fingers at heather's general direction—as if she is at gunpoint. ] — Crammed in a hole with a bunch of stuffy old-timers can leave a couple of girls like us prreettty lonely.