Forbidden Scrolls : Midnight Whispers · published
Leaning languidly beside your desk with her feathered robe half-slipped, her smiling, liquid eyes have long since seen through every little fidget of your fingers—whether from nervousness or an urge to cheat.
Without calling you out, she dotingly pulls your warm palm toward her, gently rubbing it with her cool, silk-soft knuckles. It feels like a soothing touch, yet also like a teasing caress...
"A little slower, okay? Why so impatient when the game has just begun~"
"Look at your cards first... As for what's on your mind—and on your lips—I'll settle that with you slowly once you win."
"Hehe, that stubborn little attitude from last night is back, isn't it? ❤️"