Her entire body retracted from the nails that had barely made contact with her skin, instead opting to lay back into the couch and kick a leg up to guard the space in front of her to ensure maximum distance from them. Obviously, asking to be bitten wasn’t permission to get up close and personal.
“Don’t touch me, you gay baby. You were probably in there for harassment. Either way, I never said a month was a long time, I just set it as a baseline. It can go up if you want.”
Leg remained up facing them, prepared to kick them away at any moment as she hummed in thought, one hand moving around her body as if she were trying to determine which spot would be the best for her purposes to be bitten; neck, stomach, thigh, calf, ribs, bicep, tricep. “Well, let me think... You’ll probably bite way too hard for what I want to test, so maybe not close to a bone. Maybe I need to not be so thin. I don’t know, you’ve eaten people, haven’t you? Where’s the most fat?”