Lion Head Mesa blood & bone

if tuna has a chance to be completely brash and crude, she'd tell khusobek that she has absolutely no knowledge on how to please a man. but he didn't need to know that detail, did he? or perhaps tuna is simply so obvious, he'd probably pick up on it soon enough. 

an electric current glides across her spine at his touch, and tuna must not gasp at such fancies. "yes," her voice grows meek, a pink tongue comes to swipe against her lips, "ahm 'ere tah please. tha's it." and certainly, this is something that can be taken advantage of. but perhaps not so in tuna's world if she is feeding the desire for it. 

she is more than a pound of flesh, she knows this. but perhaps for the crocodile king, she does not mind being seen as something different.