Annie had no intention to seem ungrateful, so when Fanya came in front of her, she stared into her eyes, and smiled. It was meant as a friendly gesture, but the woman was<i>naked</i>for heaven's sake... So the smile widened into a grin, of lust perhaps, but Annie little cared of her own expression at that moment. She just stared into those eyes, and listened to those words.<br/><br/>When Fanya turned away, Annie took a deep exhale that smelled like sweet flowers she'd never smelled before, and she so wished she wasn't wearing this stupid piece of armor right now. Forcing her stare off of Fanya's ass, she snapped her face towards D who sat nearby, whose eyes were also focused on the naked woman, and quietly, yet not whispering, said to him, "It's suddenly quite<i>hot</i>in here for no apparent reason whatsoever, don't you think?"<br/><br/>Having given her excuse, Annie quickly removed the leather chest armor and laid it gently on her lap. Then she fixed her gaze back on the woman, who was now pushing herself against the barrel of a rifle...<br/><br/>"Oh... dear," Annie said to herself. The cold metal was hardening Fanya's nipples, and<i>something</i>was hardening hers... Good thing they were safely hidden under her cloth top and the thick leather armo— Annie swallowed as she glanced down on her own chest. The light grey shirt was nearly wet of her sweat. It stuck on the shape of her nearly flat breasts like a... wet... shirt. She felt compelled to put the armor back on, cover the bulges of her pointy nipples, but for some reason she did not. Maybe it'd make her look odd, undressing and dressing up like that, as if she didn't know what she wanted. Yeah, as if. Annie didn't know what she wanted.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>