[Her brows raise at the joke about some lonely boy, edged in lighthearted cruelty, and abundant confidence, but she smiles faintly nonetheless. With acknowledging hum when he mentions the undeniable threat to him, she cants her face softly, gazing out at him, eyes locked onto eyes in particular, slowly unfastening the trail of buttons. The dress loosens its grip around her, and at the end, elbows temporarily bent at either side of her waist, she undoes the last one.
Then, dainty hands raise to dainty shoulders, where, bit by bit, she peels the top of the dress away. More neck is revealed, clavicle, skin just underāall slow. Here, as dress takes its time being slipped down her, Alois' shyness peeks out behind the curtain of the girl: he can't hold that sultry gaze any longer, and his lashes flutter for a half-second when his sight drops away to permit him to hide away from the teenager watching behind criminal. The dress is at the center of her ribs, more of the boy-child she resides within bared.
If it were different, the atmosphere not like this, maybe two boys splashing in a public washing pool, or brook, he wouldn't be so suddenly diffident. There's a quiet heaving to his chest, also signs of nervousness, but he's trying. Confidence is easy enough to fake when the person you're seducing already has sickening cravings, but Alois wants so badly to apologize for having to do it, that Miyuki's made to watch, but what good would it do? And, he'd be punished for so blatantly breaking character, wouldn't he?
Internally, he's tugging the girl's skirts, even needier and helpless than she is, begging her to put her eyes back where his is, don't let him look so perturbed. She grants his wish, and there she is again: eyes lifted with subdued amusement, smiling for her personal captor again. Dress only just making it passed navel, slim stomach, the screen quickly dims and brightens again with further directions:
REMEMBER: THE HOSTAGE IS FEMALE IN EVERY CONCEIVABLE WAY, DOWN TO THE LAST DETAIL. THE ACTOR'S BODY IS NOT HER BODY. SHE WILL FINISH REMOVING THE DRESS, THEN TRY TO TEMPT THE GANG LEADER MORE BY FEELING AND MASSAGING HIM. SHE WILL AVOID TOUCHING ANYWHERE EXPLICITLY INTIMATE.
She and boy pause once more, in order to read, and it takes them even longer to return to gangster, to Miyuki, to the task one is forced into and the other thinks is a potential ticket to freedom. There's a shuddering exhalation, and Alois just barely keeps his eyes from fogging up, butāand still tryingāhe has a tougher time summoning ersatz confidence, borrowing some from her. Their eyes keep lifting with the intention of holding steady gaze, but never quite make it to brown eyes before they're bouncing away again, and small face blooms with the rouge of boy's chagrin.
After one more slowly released breath in attempt to mollify rattled nerves, dress at hips, she drops it to her ankles, where it pools around her white shoes, leaving her in thigh-high stockings, the very shoes momentarily covered by mess of dress, and those lilac panties. Despite the monitor's calculated reminder, the physical reality is a boy standing in these same clothes. In a way, his body is girlish, sharing softness and slightness, not muscular like an athlete, or knight, but not gawky, lanky, or gangling either, not skinny in the way some boys are where it looks like their bones are too big for their body. And although, the front of panties makes his true gender unmistakable, it's only the smallest, telling mound. What he has scarcely disrupts the integrity of the panties, if it all.
There are reasons for thisāthe entirety of his shape, delayed blossoming despite the genetic premature growth spurt to his height, but they're neither here not there.
A small knee bends slightly, as if meaning to step forward, but Alois must've considered that a self-assured girl would give the gang leader a chance to admire her for a moment first, and he stays put just a bit longer.]
What's there to enjoy about a life like this? It seems lonely, if you ask me.
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Then, dainty hands raise to dainty shoulders, where, bit by bit, she peels the top of the dress away. More neck is revealed, clavicle, skin just underāall slow. Here, as dress takes its time being slipped down her, Alois' shyness peeks out behind the curtain of the girl: he can't hold that sultry gaze any longer, and his lashes flutter for a half-second when his sight drops away to permit him to hide away from the teenager watching behind criminal. The dress is at the center of her ribs, more of the boy-child she resides within bared.
If it were different, the atmosphere not like this, maybe two boys splashing in a public washing pool, or brook, he wouldn't be so suddenly diffident. There's a quiet heaving to his chest, also signs of nervousness, but he's trying. Confidence is easy enough to fake when the person you're seducing already has sickening cravings, but Alois wants so badly to apologize for having to do it, that Miyuki's made to watch, but what good would it do? And, he'd be punished for so blatantly breaking character, wouldn't he?
Internally, he's tugging the girl's skirts, even needier and helpless than she is, begging her to put her eyes back where his is, don't let him look so perturbed. She grants his wish, and there she is again: eyes lifted with subdued amusement, smiling for her personal captor again. Dress only just making it passed navel, slim stomach, the screen quickly dims and brightens again with further directions:
REMEMBER: THE HOSTAGE IS FEMALE IN EVERY CONCEIVABLE WAY, DOWN TO THE LAST DETAIL.
THE ACTOR'S BODY IS NOT HER BODY.
SHE WILL FINISH REMOVING THE DRESS, THEN TRY TO TEMPT THE GANG LEADER MORE BY FEELING AND MASSAGING HIM. SHE WILL AVOID TOUCHING ANYWHERE EXPLICITLY INTIMATE.
She and boy pause once more, in order to read, and it takes them even longer to return to gangster, to Miyuki, to the task one is forced into and the other thinks is a potential ticket to freedom. There's a shuddering exhalation, and Alois just barely keeps his eyes from fogging up, butāand still tryingāhe has a tougher time summoning ersatz confidence, borrowing some from her. Their eyes keep lifting with the intention of holding steady gaze, but never quite make it to brown eyes before they're bouncing away again, and small face blooms with the rouge of boy's chagrin.
After one more slowly released breath in attempt to mollify rattled nerves, dress at hips, she drops it to her ankles, where it pools around her white shoes, leaving her in thigh-high stockings, the very shoes momentarily covered by mess of dress, and those lilac panties. Despite the monitor's calculated reminder, the physical reality is a boy standing in these same clothes. In a way, his body is girlish, sharing softness and slightness, not muscular like an athlete, or knight, but not gawky, lanky, or gangling either, not skinny in the way some boys are where it looks like their bones are too big for their body. And although, the front of panties makes his true gender unmistakable, it's only the smallest, telling mound. What he has scarcely disrupts the integrity of the panties, if it all.
There are reasons for thisāthe entirety of his shape, delayed blossoming despite the genetic premature growth spurt to his height, but they're neither here not there.
A small knee bends slightly, as if meaning to step forward, but Alois must've considered that a self-assured girl would give the gang leader a chance to admire her for a moment first, and he stays put just a bit longer.]
What's there to enjoy about a life like this? It seems lonely, if you ask me.