"It would mean I'm screwing you. Not your character. Whatever body you're wearing," she whispered in a sultry way as she started to tug lightly at the beads, twist them, tease at her anus with practiced ease using one of the larger ones. Her fingers worked more quickly now, building her up while she kept her lips up close to Alkaid's, breathing on them but not quite kissing.

Of course, she was planning to stop just short. She wanted Alkaid overwhelmed, to the breaking point in here, so lost in pleasure, begging for release that she didn't even think of escape. If she could get her to the point of unconsciousness, perfect. She'd just steal her card, dress her, and haul her to an apartment of her choice before booking her there for the next month with her stipend.

"They can have Alkaid. I get Chika...."