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[fiddlerjohnny]

[Wearing a silver corset.] Whaddya think?

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[lowetohigh]

Why on earth should you want to be out of it? [Not that her fingers aren't lifting like a good girl to start untying him with practiced ease.] It gets quite natural after a few years.

[fiddlerjohnny]

[Mostly he wants to be out of it so that she sees him without it on. And before he puts his shirt back on.]

A few years? What do you do in the mean time?

[lowetohigh]

[And touches, surely. Just the brush of fingers almost unconsciously in the loosening, but.

That's part of it, right?]

Practice how to breathe with your bones poking all the soft bits inside you.

[oneforeachhand]

Have you decided to work for the local brothel?

[fiddlerjohnny]

[Oh, touches are practically expected.]

That doesn't sound like much fun at all.

[After tugging his shirt back on, he'll turn to look at her.]

I mean...I expect soft bits are for other types of touching.

[fiddlerjohnny]

Somebody told me I could make a lot of money at it.

[lowetohigh]

[Well played transition, sir. Alas for the half-deaf ears it falls on.]

I'm not certain there's much of anything I'd want touching the organs inside me, really.

Oh you sweet, innocent child

[fiddlerjohnny]

[He will manage not to laugh, just nod in agreement.]

I guess you make a good point. Maybe we should just stick to the outside.

Why would you corrupt this innocence. Why would you, Johnny.

[lowetohigh]

[There we go. That she picks up on better, just the slightest hint of a flush in her ears, fairly well-hidden by tumbling hair.] What, putting our innards on the outside, or touching there?

Because it's fun? Just wait till he starts playing music for her with that in mind =P

[fiddlerjohnny]

Do you really have to ask, m'lady?

[oneforeachhand]

Yes, I'm sure. Lots of money. Most of it will likely go to paying to relieve yourself of whatever disease you'll no doubt pick up along the way, but I'm sure it will be quite worth it.

She will stand zero chances, poor thing.

[lowetohigh]

One does like to have clarity of interaction, m'lord. I'd rather not discover too late you intend to eviscerate me.

[fiddlerjohnny]

[He laughs and shakes his head.]

I have absolutely no intention to eviscerate you, m'lady. It hasn't even crossed my mind.

[lowetohigh]

Only the most reputable of intentions toward me, then?

[fiddlerjohnny]

Oh, but of course. Your guardians wouldn't approve of anything less, I'm sure.

[fiddlerjohnny]

You should try it sometime. Might help your attitude.

[oneforeachhand]

I think not.

[lowetohigh]

Likely, but if I only did what my guardians approved of, I'd be locked away in my rooms until they'd found a husband to attach me to, and likely not much after that either.

[fiddlerjohnny]

That would be pretty damn sad.

So much of the world to see, after all.

[Lanzo is going to murder him.]

[lowetohigh]

[Worth it? Or at least worth flirting with death for having Ayleth's rapt attention and slim fingers smoothing his collar?]

Promise you'll not let me die without seeing it?

[fiddlerjohnny]

[Reaches over and traces his fingers along her cheek.]

Promise, my dear.

[lowetohigh]

[Progress--she's fairly certain she's meant to be blushing now, and she is. Admittedly, some piece of it is from the excitement of thinking about actually seeing the world, but whatever works, right?] Word is bond, you know.

[fiddlerjohnny]

Somebody told me that once, I think. Somewhere.

[He'd snuck out of town before dawn after that...]

[lowetohigh]

But did you listen, Johnny?

[fiddlerjohnny]

[Grin]

Listened real good 'till it was time to go.