Another shudder runs through Trish's body as Inoue starts to fill her in on the "details" of her love life... particularly when her voice goes almost feral, talking about "hunting" and "taking." Still, the courier manages to keep herself cool, for the most part... up until the woman grabs her chin and mound and practically pulls her back in the chair. Staring up into those eyes... much like earlier in the day, Trish balks.<br/><br/>"I... that's... but..." Her mind races, trying to make sense of the situation she's finding herself in. It's true that she has slept- and enjoyed sleeping- with other women in the past... but those situations were usually follow-ups to a night of flirting and a suggestion from her that they sneak off. Not being her being dragged by the nose- or in this case, the clit- into the situation. And the woman's smirk has never seemed quite so... unsettling. "In your office?"<br/><br/>Even as the question slips past her lips, Trish mentally kicks herself. First, because it's a lame shield to try and put up between her and the woman; and second, by asking that question instead of any others, she's pretty much already given in...<br/><br/>"Gods... I mean..."