the toxic yuri is yuri-ing
Reese steps closer, still several inches shoeter than Riley, even in her heels. She looks Riley up and down, disdain in her gaze. Looks at Riley's right hand, her nails, cocks her head to the side. "Riley, darling, don't tell me you take turns." "That's... personal," she says as her face heats up, and she goes to turn her head away. Coffin nails suddenly digging into her chin stop her. "Personal?" Reese asks, faux concern in her voice. "It's personal? You're practically drooling over the biggest sack of shit in Midlands while standing in the middle of a hotel hallway—a hotel hallway that has cameras, for the record—and you say 'it's personal?' Darling, the only personal thing about that is how personally close you got to someone much more vindictive than me finding you and getting you fired for fraternization!" "It's not fraternization," Riley manages to reply, somehow. "I'm not stupid enough to date a contestant while the show is going on." Just do everything else, apparently. Reese lets out a laugh of disbelief. "Oh, lovely, my second in command is being fucked by Charlie the Chump and they haven't even defined the relationship!" Reese releases Riley's chin with a flick of her hand. Riley is certain Reese's nails left imprints on her skin. She doesn't dare reach up to touch them. "I can't believe you let her touch you, christ. Follow me." Riley follows.
