[ Paying attention to everything is something of a constant state for Nami. She's always needed to watch her own back as carefully as the endless hands of cards she's swindled her way through back home, but Basch would easily pull her focus even if she wasn't the type.
There's a certain gravity about him, stoic and soft in equal measure, something warm and strong that radiates outward, softening the shadows that fall across the planes of his back under her pencil as she draws them, her eyes darting between the page and his form, working to get the lines of his body down the way she wants to. ]
Sounds like you like that idea.
[ Nami speaks up, after a few pages in the brief pause he takes while thumbing carefully through the book, the fantasies the story fills her imagination with sending a pang of want between her thighs, simmering low in her body, reflecting in the soft, but markedly inviting tone of her voice. ]
I'll be done by the end of the next page, then you pick your next pose.
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There's a certain gravity about him, stoic and soft in equal measure, something warm and strong that radiates outward, softening the shadows that fall across the planes of his back under her pencil as she draws them, her eyes darting between the page and his form, working to get the lines of his body down the way she wants to. ]
Sounds like you like that idea.
[ Nami speaks up, after a few pages in the brief pause he takes while thumbing carefully through the book, the fantasies the story fills her imagination with sending a pang of want between her thighs, simmering low in her body, reflecting in the soft, but markedly inviting tone of her voice. ]
I'll be done by the end of the next page, then you pick your next pose.