Wapun Meadow You're my discretional sin

indra watched as laurel took command of the situation, holstering her usually brusque attitude in favor of a more coy one. indra tried to replicate the coquettish expression, battering her eyelids delicately as she imitated laurel's sultry charm.

but then tam threw a curveball - laurel was probably expecting it, but indra was too taken aback to say anything right away. her mouth parted slightly as she registered his meaning - he meant that?

indra nearly fell on her ass in surprise -- she certainly reeled back -- and then she leveled him a suspicious but intrigued glance as he chased after laurel with little nips. what even was that anyway? she knew it was kind of taboo, which made it exciting -- but did it feel exciting? indra's misgivings had yet to relent, but she had never been given the birds and bees talk -- not in any meaningful way -- and she wondered just what he had done, or how he had gotten so confident (was it confidence, though?) that he could just stroll amongst a band of ladies and ask for 'do you wanna fuck'.

she limped after the two, her brow furrowed as she did so. she did not want to be left out and with tambourine distracted by laurel she tried a half-hearted nip at his hocks in excitement. something was driving her to be more bold, and it wasn't just laurel's presence. it was something more innate, more personal -- that demanded satisfaction.