Dance Macabre (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He shook his head. "N-No, i-it's fine..~" he said. "Wh-What.. made you think about under the table..? F-Flashback or..?"
 
She became embarrassed, "U-Um...it was...just a wild idea that came to me... risque and such..." In truth, she had been wanting to know what he liked sexually, so whenever she heard him looking at porn she would peek at what he was looking at without him knowing.
 
She slid out of his lap and took his hand, both of them feeling something familiar about the gesture, before she pulled him to the bedroom.
 
She moved and pushed him gently to sit on the bed, moving into his lap before pushing him to lie back, "Can I...um...can I try something...?"
 
She became embarrassed before she shifted forward just a bit, reaching to slowly pull her dress up. She gave a noise of embarrassment when her dress caught on her tits for a second before she managed to finally peel it off over her head.
 
She blushed, keeping her eyes down as he touched her. She was still really self conscious of her appearance, and she always worried her eyes would scare him if she made eye contact.
 
She tilted her head back and gave a weak noise, "I-I...you're still dressed, sweetie...sh-should I move...?"
 
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