Don't worry, Part of Jean that Cringes, the flustered grin that spreads across her face speaks volumes that it was much appreciated. It wasn't that she was thinking in models, but a lighter edge and a little humor cuts her internal get-this-perfect-or-it-sucks-for-them tension like a knife.
Her mind is absolutely still on that mark on the bend of her neck, of course, but that was for later Pomni. A treat for future her!
"Comfortable? Well, there's--- you could, um..." Despite her stumbling, half nerves and half purely not keeping composure anymore, she trails off only briefly, letting her hands drop from their shoulders at last. She fingertips move downward, first, trailing lightly, before moving back up to their shoulders, ducking beneath their jacket to nudge it off their shoulders. "Take your coat off? And, I dunno, maybe... anything else that feels right to go with it?"
As she goes, she's trying to play coy, she's trying, but over-imagination combined with glances at a particularly stunning work outfit that won't be named has her very keen to know what they look like beneath clothes.
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Her mind is absolutely still on that mark on the bend of her neck, of course, but that was for later Pomni. A treat for future her!
"Comfortable? Well, there's--- you could, um..." Despite her stumbling, half nerves and half purely not keeping composure anymore, she trails off only briefly, letting her hands drop from their shoulders at last. She fingertips move downward, first, trailing lightly, before moving back up to their shoulders, ducking beneath their jacket to nudge it off their shoulders. "Take your coat off? And, I dunno, maybe... anything else that feels right to go with it?"
As she goes, she's trying to play coy, she's trying, but over-imagination combined with glances at a particularly stunning work outfit that won't be named has her very keen to know what they look like beneath clothes.