Elsa leaned closer to Liam, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper, each word edged with panic. "What are you doing, Liam?"
Her voice cracked on his name, the sound catching in her throat like she was choking on air.
[Option 1: "What does it seem like? I'm getting a feel of your ass as a reward." +15 Lust Points]
[Option 2: "Sorry, my hand slipped." +0 Lust Points]
Liam picked an Option without hesitation.
Time snapped back into motion.
"What does it seem like?" Liam said, a wide smug grin spreading across his face as he kept his hand exactly where it was. "I'm getting a feel of your ass as a reward."
His voice was low enough that only she could hear, but the confidence in it was unmistakable.
Elsa's entire face went red, not just her cheeks, but her neck, her ears, even the tips of her fingers seemed to flush with heat.
Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again like a fish gasping for air.
She wanted to say something.
