(She nods slowly, already a little intimidated by the look he gives her. And then he blinks out of existence again and she sifts through her underwear drawer for the right kind of bra, shucking her shirt off over her head.
When Taako knocks at the door, she's just sitting there in her bra and jeans, figuring it's stupid to put her shirt back on if she's just going to have pull it off again immediately anyway. It's just Taako.)
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When Taako knocks at the door, she's just sitting there in her bra and jeans, figuring it's stupid to put her shirt back on if she's just going to have pull it off again immediately anyway. It's just Taako.)
Uh huh.