Katie idly scrolls through her phone as she sits at the bus stop. Hunger gnaws at her stomach. She internally debates whether to shell out for takeout or save money and heat up something from the freezer. Her bones feel like they're made of lead. She wants to lay down, but knows the bus will just arrive as soon as she does.
Eventually they have filled up on miscellaneous Indonesian meats 'n sweets 'n sauces. The convention is starting to wind down a little for the night.
She wants to ask if Mo wants to come to her room for some fun and hopefully finally cuddling her to sleep afterwards, but she's too timid to, so she just walks there and hopes she follows.
"Wrong way, peppercorn." Mo apparently feels that they should conclude the evening in her room.
Monoceros is going for something vibratory! But not putting it to use right away. She wants to get the pearl dress neatly peeled off Katie and onto a hanger.
Once the dress is out of harm's way Katie is flung very abruptly into harm's way, by which dysphemism is meant, apparently, that the vibrator when applied just so has biofeedback and is going to park her right on the edge of orgasm and not a centimeter closer. With her face between Monoceros's thighs.
Oh. God. Wow. That happened fast. She's just going to kneel here and get her tongue to work and strainedly dig her fingernails into the thigh flesh, then.
God, her thighs are so wonderfully squishy. Katie hopes her thighs will recieve this much attention when they're this big.
"And soon you will join me. I'll have to get a longer double-ended." Pinch.
"You're coming along all right, I'd say." She chomps Katie's upper arm a bit. "Yeah, the jaw calipers agree."