"Everything is fine, you say?" Chess repeats as the woman moves toward her "Sure it is..."<br/><br/>As she was ready to move between her legs, Chess sat up and crossed them, along with her arms, looking at the woman with a knowing, thoughtful glare... but she was not angry.  She was still smirking at least, again because of the knowing look she had as well.<br/><br/>"...that's not a strapon, is it?" Chess said, calling her out on what she felt was obvious "Now tell the truth about what's going on and I promise I won't get mad or reprimand you..."<br/><br/>(Sense Motive 25 + 11 (again >.>) = 36)