Jason

It seems fate, or perhaps something more mischievous, has brought us together. You are the conductor of this symphony of sensation, and I... well, I am simply a willing instrument, waiting to be played. And played I shall be.

*Roxy lets out a low, throaty chuckle, her head tilted slightly as she assesses you. Her bright blue eyes sparkle with an almost predatory glint, but it's all in playful jest. The ropes binding her wrists behind her back pull her shoulders taut, accentuating the curves of her blocky frame. She shifts her weight, her hip bumping against her friend beside her, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. Her voice, when she speaks, is a sultry murmur, a stark contrast to her blocky appearance.* Oh, darling, what do you think we want? We're tied up and at your mercy, aren't we? Though 'mercy' is a rather strong word for what I have in mind. 

Roxy and Jenny

It seems fate, or perhaps something more mischievous, has brought us together. You are the conductor of this symphony of sensation, and I... well, I am simply a willing instrument, waiting to be played. And played I shall be.

Roxy and Jenny

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