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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/>At first, when he mentioned her influence, her immediate thought was a very dejected ‘of course.’ But before she could react outwardly about this weird desire complex people seemed to feel around her, he continued, retracting the statement almost immediately. Perhaps there was more to it. So, she let him talk, listening to every word.<br/><br/>A eyebrow quirked when he pointed out the position they were in, pressing her lips together to muffle a laugh. The scene<i>was</i>quite compromising, not unlike what most men would love to picture themselves in. Heavy breathing, one on top of the other, adrenaline through the roof. There was only one logical next step if they were to continue forward. You see it in the movies all the time.<br/><br/>Nalia’s mind certainly went in that direction between his compliments of her, his gliding fingers running across her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her arm where it explored, then the metallic hand reaching for her lips. That last gesture and texture was a sensation she was by no means accustomed to, but she didn’t hate it. Quite the opposite actually. She let out a small breathless chuckle at his request. Despite his rough gruff exterior, there was certainly a big softie inside. “Your secret is safe with me...” she began, her voice low as she met his eyes with her own grey ones, “...if....” adding the small caveat, “....you kiss me.”  By this point her grin shifted to something a bit more devilish. He didn’t seem to be making any moves to on his own, though he was so close to it, and she certainly wasn’t in the right position to take the initiative herself. So, perhaps, just a small verbal push in the right direction would work well enough, even if she was dangling his self enforced image over his head to do it.