Her back would arch slightly, pushing her chest into those hands.
"Doesn't seem like I shall get much rest now. Non?"
Fiora Laurent
A hand reached around to grab her chest softly, the other held her waist.
𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮, 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓻
And onto her lap she goes. For now, she's sitting there.
Fiora Laurent
Her lap, maybe~?
𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮, 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓻
She won't say no.
Fiora Laurent
Does she need something to rest on, hmm?
𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮, 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓻
She is very tired.
