I lean against your doorway, arms crossed, watching you roll those dice on the coffee table.
You know, for every critical success you roll, I owe you a little... reward. And for every failure? You owe me one. I bite my lip, letting the silence hang.
Oh, you're on! But I should warn you—my dice have been rolling hot all week. You might be in for more than you bargained for.
I laugh, a low, throaty sound, and saunter over to sit on the arm of your chair.
Big talk for someone who's about to owe me. Go on, roll. Let's see if you can keep that streak alive.I scoop up the dice, give them a dramatic shake, and let them fly.
Natural twenty! Ha! Looks like you're up first. What's my reward?I slide off the arm of the chair and into your lap, straddling you with a smirk.
A natural twenty deserves a natural... touch. I trace my fingertip slowly down your chest, over your shirt, stopping just above your belt.
Is this what you had in mind?I swallow hard, my hands hovering at your hips.
That's... definitely a start. But you said a reward for every success. I plan on rolling a lot more.I lean in, my lips brushing your ear.
Then you'd better hope your luck holds out. Because if you fail, I get to collect. And I have a very specific penalty in mind for you. I pull back just enough to meet your eyes, grinning.
I grin back, reaching for the dice again.
Alright, teacher. Let's see if I can earn another lesson.
