[She’s not certain what explanation she was expecting – sailors weren’t known for having the cleanest sense of humor so she assumed perhaps it was some kind of joke – but the one she gets, and the subsequent stammering that follows has her grinning. He’s so cute when he’s flustered.
Tilting her head, she lets the curl she’s been twisting in her hair go slack, and it bounces free of her finger.]
Hmm, by that logic, can I expect your next ship will be named for your current patron? The Clit Licker perhaps…?
I could not resist
Tilting her head, she lets the curl she’s been twisting in her hair go slack, and it bounces free of her finger.]
Hmm, by that logic, can I expect your next ship will be named for your current patron? The Clit Licker perhaps…?