<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">After Everyone Left</span></strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nvQJUqt.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Department Store<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa,<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Reversing the interrogation<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Nothing at all. Again.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Hmph, laugh it up while you can today. I'm not sure I would do very well dancing in high heels... Though I guess there would be a first time for everything... I'll just... File it under 'Maybe'." It was all Albion could say... He didn't want to flat out tell her no, but maybe a dance at the club wouldn't be too bad. Practicing fancy footwork would help if he needed to share moving and shooting anyway. However, such battle-focused thoughts were taking a seat to another particular battle...<br/><br/>Albion grunted, trying not to let her know she was right. Sometimes she spoke carelessly, but that time she did it<em>intentionally</em>... She knew exactly what she was doing... Most likely because she was trusting him to put a stop to her actions before anything came of them. The problem was, after what happened at the gym... Where was the stopping point? He'd performed orally on her, even if it was forced, but the images wouldn't leave his mind. Why stop there...? She was practically giving him justification with her next set of words.<br/><br/>Single, she enjoyed seeing him, seeing<em>it</em>, letting her imagination run wild. It was among the most brutal honesty he'd ever heard spoken by the Calder demoness, but it made him realize what he felt she saw him like: He was a toy to her, one to play with. It was an unspoken thing, but it was what it felt like, and it made his brows quirk the more he heard her gloat about her position. Like she was safe from any sort of counterattack. "Ah, so... That's how you see it then?" He asked, as she circled to his front. Perhaps a big mistake as the man advanced on Neri and placed his hands on the mirror on both sides of her head.<br/><br/>"So I'm something of a game, or a toy to you... Something to play with?" He asked with a whispered tone, lowering his head to look into her eyes. Such a look... Wasn't shared since that one night of his drunken escapades with her, but this time he had total clarity. There was no way to mistake his actions as drunken happenings. "Good nerves, so you don't have to worry about breaking me... You mean like how you broke me in the gym a few days ago?" He asked her, a predatory smile creeping upon his features.<br/><br/>If she wasn't already worried before, maybe she might be now...<br/><br/>"I controlled myself for three years around you, and then that day you mounted me like a drunken cowgirl and forced me to perform orally for you until I could get air... You even stroked me so firmly, intently, and now the object of your curiosity is now right... In front... Of you." He added, moving his head alongside her ear, growling gently. "Tell me, Neri... I'm naked, breathing heavily, and right on top of you. Do I<em>look</em>okay? Were you maybe hoping to hear me say 'Not here'?" He asked, lowering his head to her neck, breathing gently on it.<br/><br/>"It sounds like you used me to let you get away with murder in teasing me, but... What if<em>I</em>want to play now?"