Cyrine inhales again, "I didn't say I'd trade bunk..for other bunk?" Shaking her head she stares down the blonde as he leans against the wall. "My<b><i> principals</i></b>" She glares, "Are well defined and sacred. Who the fuck I let writhe around atop me has nothing to do with principals or sacred beliefs."<br/><br/>She stands back to her full height, her lanky tattooed frame stretches a bit as she finds a comfortable way to stand.  Smoke curls around her body, in a near loving embrace.  "The human experience ..the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore, pleasure , pain and everything in between. Those are my principals. " She smirks and brushes a strand of hair up over her ear, "Don't flatter yourself by thinking You'd rob me of those ideals by me...allowing you to jack hammer away until you were finished." Her arms cross now, an irate look on her face, "And I'm not saying i'd let you do that either..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>