(the deep black of her eye follows makima's movements, quiet as ever. her responses were given when asked, but otherwise she's behaving. there's no need not to, she's wrapped up in that spell makima had on her. the black nylon isn't uncomfortable, her wrists were fine behind her back despite them being tied together. it'll leave marks from the ropes, but that's nothing that won't heal quick. her body is good for that, even if she would need some blood again.
though she muses, makima knows that. she's known for a while now, if she wanted to do anything more with scratching her back up raw then she can give her blood. maybe not her blood, but blood nonetheless. even if this is a start to things shifting further, something quanxi can't deny she's curious about while playing obedient. she almost raises a brow, a glance given when makima stands up straight.
that's what it was? a collar? from how new it is, seems it'll be a tight fit. but a nice fit on her, anyway. it should look good on her, like something makima can chain her up with and pull along the taller woman through. showing her off like a trophy, but she gets the idea. she shifts about to kneel in silence, on her knees before her. no sudden movements, no sign of her attempting to break free.
just her looking up at the other woman with that singular eye of hers, the black of it unfazed and unsurprised.)
no subject
though she muses, makima knows that. she's known for a while now, if she wanted to do anything more with scratching her back up raw then she can give her blood. maybe not her blood, but blood nonetheless. even if this is a start to things shifting further, something quanxi can't deny she's curious about while playing obedient. she almost raises a brow, a glance given when makima stands up straight.
that's what it was? a collar? from how new it is, seems it'll be a tight fit. but a nice fit on her, anyway. it should look good on her, like something makima can chain her up with and pull along the taller woman through. showing her off like a trophy, but she gets the idea. she shifts about to kneel in silence, on her knees before her. no sudden movements, no sign of her attempting to break free.
just her looking up at the other woman with that singular eye of hers, the black of it unfazed and unsurprised.)