[And his glance will allow him to see the way her features are scrunched into a frown, her cheeks blazing and as red as the moon.
She'll wait, however, for him to collect his "prize", arms folded over her chest as she tries to fight off the lingering tingle that his lightning and his fingers have left behind on her hips beneath all the leather. She isn't sure if she's mad or relieved that she doesn't get anything—not even for her efforts which were good up until Cidolfus started toying with her.
"Y'all get to pick whichever prize from the top shelf," the attendant tells them both. He assumes that they are together. Benedikta's eyes scan the prizes, most of them silly stuffed and oversized toys—bears, pumpkins, ghosts, all of them looking happy with their big grins, like they are taunting her. The rest are knick-knacks, mostly for their phones, but nothing that she has any interest in.]
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She'll wait, however, for him to collect his "prize", arms folded over her chest as she tries to fight off the lingering tingle that his lightning and his fingers have left behind on her hips beneath all the leather. She isn't sure if she's mad or relieved that she doesn't get anything—not even for her efforts which were good up until Cidolfus started toying with her.
"Y'all get to pick whichever prize from the top shelf," the attendant tells them both. He assumes that they are together. Benedikta's eyes scan the prizes, most of them silly stuffed and oversized toys—bears, pumpkins, ghosts, all of them looking happy with their big grins, like they are taunting her. The rest are knick-knacks, mostly for their phones, but nothing that she has any interest in.]