[Gorgon slithers around to surround Yang with her long tail. Like the predator she is, she denies her prey any opening to escape...even if her prey has no interest in going anywhere.
Gorgon rests her head on her hand, elbow on the cold slab she calls a bed. She watches and listens as Yang plays. The music is only a pleasant backdrop on her real focus: Yang. Her scent. Her soft skin. Her frail body. Her slender, skilled fingers. She is all but drooling.
She is hungry, in several different ways.
Her free hand reaches beneath her the cloth around her waist, feeling between her legs. She continues to watch and listen as she feels herself.]
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Gorgon rests her head on her hand, elbow on the cold slab she calls a bed. She watches and listens as Yang plays. The music is only a pleasant backdrop on her real focus: Yang. Her scent. Her soft skin. Her frail body. Her slender, skilled fingers. She is all but drooling.
She is hungry, in several different ways.
Her free hand reaches beneath her the cloth around her waist, feeling between her legs. She continues to watch and listen as she feels herself.]