[ Hilda pouts a bit, but... she knows he's got something more in store. She lets out a quiet little huff, nails dragging gently over the back of his neck. ]
As long as you make it good.
[ And good with his hands, indeed. Hilda sticks her tongue out at Balthus, but the moment his lips touch her skin, she gives a shaky little moan and brushes her fingers through his hair. ]
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As long as you make it good.
[ And good with his hands, indeed. Hilda sticks her tongue out at Balthus, but the moment his lips touch her skin, she gives a shaky little moan and brushes her fingers through his hair. ]
Just like that....