Two Eyes Cenote [M] A call from Olympus, ringing off the hook

Enflamed. Spiked. Constricted.

He asked a good question. Of why, and of touch, and of violence. All of which, she supposed she should have considered. Perhaps it would have brought her a response she found even more fascination in.

She didn't.

"If I wanted to, maybe." The tip of her tail tapped once upon the ground, rough.

But she knew. "Would you have preferred such? Ma-chi?"

She still played.