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</a><br/>Nalia<br/>Anger room<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="3012" data-username="@Norden" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3012/">@Norden</a><br/><br/>With a sigh, Nalia closed her eyes for a moment, just enjoying his caresses as she leaned her head into his gliding hand. It wasn’t a real hand, she managed to figure that out well enough, but it didn’t bother her in the slightest. On the contrary, she actually liked the idea of it a bit. It was...different.<br/><br/>After relishing in his touch for a moment, she opened her eyes again and smirked while staring into his brown eyes. “Are you aware...what your look does to me?” Obviously, she understood he likely has no idea what she’s talking about, so she elaborated a bit. “In the studio you pissed me the fuck off,” she laughed before continuing, “but here...it’s like I can’t keep my eyes off of you. Like, I can feel what you’re saying without you saying it.” By this point just the tips of her fingers were on his face, lightly touching his forehead, moving across his brow, to his temple, and down his cheekbone, as if to say the eyes she was staring deeply into were the most mesmerizing, holding her attention no matter what is happening around them...or to them. “Why do you think that is?” She mused, sounding like a hypothetical question, but honestly asking as she had no idea.