#devlhunter

Had she felt that right? Did this man grind up against her? It was likely unintentional, but the sensation left her gasping silently. Damn how touch starved she was. It wasn’t as if she had anyone in her life she could rely upon for such affections, romance aside. When the maven turns, her eyes lock with the sight of a white-haired man, one who offers her a charming wink and grin. There’s something so boyish about him despite being an adult. A sort of lightheartedness that shouldn’t be taken all too seriously. And yet, that smile also betrays him; whether he had meant to touch her or not, he was clearly content with the physical contact. “Am I in your way?” Sona calls out, eyes narrowing upon him. For a moment, she feels her eyes roam his body, salaciously checking him out despite her best efforts. She knew better than this, but here she was, going against her judgement. It wasn’t like they weren’t both adults, individuals who could openly, safe, and consensually find appeal in each other. Turning, Sona would step closer and lean against the countertop, her bosom pressed firmly against the polished wood as if it were a shelf. Was it intentional? Absolutely. “I could move if you asked,” Sona chirps, a single brow arching, as if challenging him with the expression alone, all the while her lips curl. “I don’t mind being asked to do something...better than having a stranger rub up against me as unceremoniously as you did. So, now that you’ve felt up my rear, perhaps you’ll do me the courtesy of introducing yourself.”