#hatchacha

Our Muses get Stuck in a narrow Small Space together, by some strange situation, Their bodies pressed firmly together, chest to chest, their noses softly rubbing together, both able to feel each other’s hot breath on Their lips. Send “Close to You” for what My Muse would say and do to Your Muse in this Situation.

"Shhh!" The hooded woman hissed, her jeweled eyes only just visible over the shadow of the alley. She pressed up close to him, her petite form falling into the curve of his chest. There was a faint golden glow under her cape, the outline of...something under her back, impossible to tell from the light of the shadows. She pressed a hand to his mouth, to keep his silence as a group of rough looking men ran past, yelling and screeching slurs in foreign language.

"..Sorry about this..." She whispered just softly, still lingering in an unmoving stiffness while her eyes lingered beyond them, alert for any sign of danger. "...I promise I am not usually this touchy, but they are looking for a red head. Figured they would stab first and ask questions later, yah? So better be safe than sorry." The woman gave his shoulder a friendly pat, turning to finally gaze at him with a friendly smile on her face.