What kind of queen has naughty clothes? Maybe that's why she has it hidden, so that her advisors don't see it. Lots of little puzzle pieces about this woman, she she's not entirely sure which other pieces she's missing to see the bigger picture.
"As hard as you can manage." The trailing fingers tickle in an entirely pleasant way. She licks her lips, resisting the urge to bare her throat at the touch. That would be silly. "If they're someone you're thinking about using it on, use it. Don't hesitate. It's the same idea behind hitting your funny bone, nailing that nerve."
Her hand sweeps down, aiming for a spot right below Charlotte's breasts next. "Solar plexus." She applies a light amount of pressure, not to hurt, but for it to be slightly uncomfortable. "There's less openings for this, but you'll knock the wind out of whoever you do hit. Also, don't aim for a man's balls, he'll expect it. Kick him in the knee instead. Or you could poke him in the eye, or clap him on the ears."
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What kind of queen has naughty clothes? Maybe that's why she has it hidden, so that her advisors don't see it. Lots of little puzzle pieces about this woman, she she's not entirely sure which other pieces she's missing to see the bigger picture.
"As hard as you can manage." The trailing fingers tickle in an entirely pleasant way. She licks her lips, resisting the urge to bare her throat at the touch. That would be silly. "If they're someone you're thinking about using it on, use it. Don't hesitate. It's the same idea behind hitting your funny bone, nailing that nerve."
Her hand sweeps down, aiming for a spot right below Charlotte's breasts next. "Solar plexus." She applies a light amount of pressure, not to hurt, but for it to be slightly uncomfortable. "There's less openings for this, but you'll knock the wind out of whoever you do hit. Also, don't aim for a man's balls, he'll expect it. Kick him in the knee instead. Or you could poke him in the eye, or clap him on the ears."