bashfms:
Open Starter: @fmtimeline
Location: An open, crowded room
“Why don’t I make you a deal?” Bash sidled up next to them, meeting their gaze with a smirk. “Come sit on my lap, I’ll make you feel good, and you try your best to hide it, hm?” He looked interestedly at the other. “You succeed and I’ll let you come at the end of the session.”
While having a seat on this stranger’s lap and being fingered like a secondhand string instrument is arguably the last thing Beck wants to do right now, she’s also got a little more experience with being held against her will by a psychopath than most of her co-captives do. She knows that the best course of action is to tell them what they want to hear and let them do what they want to do until the time comes for her to beat-feet it out of the cage like a bat out of hell, so Beck sidles up to Bash with a smile on her face. “I can’t speak for everybody, but that sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me, Master. Fair warning, though... I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hide it for very long if you fuck half as good as you look.” Gingerly, she lowers herself down onto the other’s lap. “Like this?”
