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To Glam's continued delight, more kissing sessions happen on the following days (when they're feeling like a boy). They haven't met her parents as her official boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever yet, and don't mind it too much.
News about Purity's escape surprises exactly no one, but the Protectorate's reputation suffers a blow because of the attack; after all, the heroes were beaten on their home turf. The PHO forums are abuzz, though rumors of Glam's death at the hands of Hookwolf (probably started by same) prove largely unfounded.
And Glam really should get to their webisodes and start building a steadier rep. And that's (one of the reasons) why they're in Lorica's workshop a few days later.
"So what should I do? I haven't posted anything since Purity, should probably make this more of a habit."
"So my wildest dreams might be a bit wilder than you'd be completely comfortable with."
"Well, if my virgin ears start to bleed, you will know to back off..."
Sadde spends a few seconds processing this, his brain apparently having to reboot. "Well. Okay. Where were we... ah yes, I still had pants on. That. Would definitely not be a thing anymore."
"I'm not given to understand states of undress as a dynamic thing."
"No, indeed not, but there's some ground to cover before getting to that. The very wildest of the dreams would involve... implements. Other than ropes." They swallow. "Bearing in mind that these things vary from one time to the next, the images include stuff ranging from edging to... other forms of. Punishment."
"When I'm not wearing my helmet the bot can't look things up for me," Lorica says, shrugging out of the rest of her armor.
His eyes trail her body, and it's not like she's wearing anything more suggestive than jeans-and-a-t-shirt, but still. "Edging is when you bring me to the... edge... and then stop. In this case."
"Yes. Anyway. Punishment as in for a thing or as a general category of interpersonal mistreatment?"
"Either. Both. If the scene can give it something to be for that's best, but it's not particularly necessary, you know, it still being you."
"Is it all corporal in nature or should I be forbidding you desserts too?"
"The corporal is mostly just an extension of the psychological. My thing here's about... power and control."
"I see." She's still standing very close to him, right up next to the wall. She has to look up at him, but she's managing to make it more appraising than anything. "Anything else I should know?"
He is very intimidated by her. "The edging was... the more vanilla end of it all. And there's, you know, more stuff that isn't quite covered by just punishment."
He glances at the object that's on his bedside table and had not been there a second ago.
"I do hope you haven't gotten too far ahead of yourself in the expectation department. All we're doing is talking," she murmurs, smirking at him, after she has parsed its function.
That smirk causes more noises to be produced. "You did ask me not to limit myself to only what I could reasonably expect."