The long arm wrapped around her, letting her lean into his embrace, and he lowered his head to whisper softly in her ear:
"Don't blame yourself, it's alright, isn't going with the flow better?"
The woman remained silent, hearing his words, burrowing her head further into his arms, evidently more upset.
Norton Abyss held her, continuously comforting her by her ear, for half an hour before Fiona Schmidt finally lifted her head.
Her cheeks were still flushed, her small face calm, clearly dissatisfied with her earlier behavior.
She really wanted to stab herself; she had finally managed to persuade him tonight and had sparked his interest, yet it ended this way — so regrettable.
Fiona, you coward! She berated herself in her mind, then abruptly sat up.
"We... we continue..." She said resolutely, with a determined expression, and as she spoke, she began to tug at the man's night clothes, instantly exposing his upper body.
