<div class="floatright">(https://bollywoodspaces.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/bra-pic-of-emma-watson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918404#msg12918404)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Abigail Krueger/Kitty Pryde's Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2017 - 8:00 PM (2000)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Abigail Krueger | Medusa (semi-CLOSED)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rahne has more fun than she knows she should be having.<br/><hr/><br/>"Ah...Ah'm not...You're just seeyin' tha'..." Rahne muttered, biting on her bottom lip as she shifted nervously. The The blonde's purr in her voice sent chills down her spine. Good chills, and bad chills. She really wanted to tell herself that Abigail was lying. That she didn't mean what she was saying. Calling her beautiful, saying she was interesting to stare at...Psylocke had stared at her, and then some. And Abigail was staring at her the same way that Laura and Netty had been staring at each other as of late. And they hadn't been lying. Or they didn't look like they were lying to each other with their...looking?<br/><br/>Did that even make sense?<br/><br/>It probably didn't make any sense...<br/><br/>...Did Abigail really like her? She really hoped so. No! She didn't!...Did she? It was so wrong, but it felt so good. This didn't feel like a game, like when Yolande had been...Yolande, on their first meeting. Or Psylocke riling her up just to taunt and tease her. Though, this could be a game too. If Abigail was just playing to see her stripped and bare in front of her...Well, the girl was doing a good job. One question after another was given correctly, even if a few required some of her input. But just like that, he had to keep going.<br/><br/>Rahne had to move the light overshirt, and then her top, leaving her finally in her bra and panties. Her body was flushed, nervous energy making her jittery. When the last articles of clothing had to come off, Rahne had stood and moved around the bed. She took them off with her back facing the door, removing any chance, hopefully, of Abigail seeing her back. Six long scars crossed her back, three going vertically down her back, three perpendicular from those bisecting them--a cross, whipped onto her back. She flashed Abi a nervous smile, one hand clutching at the cross she wore at her neck.<br/><br/>"Hah...Th-Tha...Tha reverend would...not b' happy right now..." she said with a nervous chuckle, biting her bottom lip. "May next time, you shoul' strip fer me?" But as soon as she said that she shook her head. "Ah didn'...That wasn' right. Um, so...Uh...What's next? You, uh...You really think...Ah'm beautiful?" she asked despite saying they had to focus, her tone nervous and meek.