"Thank you for saving me," Itvasme whispers, drawing closer, all the while observing the mysterious masked man's response and reactions.
Her body is naturally exuding pheromones, a drenching dispersion of desire and bodily, human need that required… quenching through pure perversion…!
After the stress of the Showdown… she wants… release. Some semblance of regaining control, after the shock of somehow surviving…!!!
The mask… It made things better.
Itvasme didn't want names and logic and reason right now. She wanted to gain control, and to experience bodily the thrill and feeling of being alive…
Especially (de)based on her recent, risque rendezvouses with Zhang Lu…
She imagines herself being completely consumed, filled, raw, rough, hungry, primal, and endlessly escalating to the vapid pleasures of release…
Uh…
Itvasme looked insane.
Insanely good.
Itvasme's long legs and shapely figure are perfectly displayed and framed by her sweet, short shift and her aesthetic Dark Rizzard's Cloak™, even as she sidles closer, sensually, seeking, her eyes beginning to haze with hunger, want and willingness…
She knew exactly what a man liked… and exactly what she was doing…
"-Sally. It… was Sally who saved you... I-I only got you out."
Suddenly, Darken's words cut through the corona that is cresting towards a climactic, carnal consummation…
Admittedly, the voice from behind the mask is gritty and gruff, clearly conveying his recognition of the situation, Itvasme's need for comfort and release, as well as wrestling with his own want and desire, but nevertheless, Darken is still a man who needs to set the record straight.
Itvasme stops.
Sally… T-That was right. It seemed that Sally had… saved her?!???!
Why…?!
Itvasme suddenly didn't know how to feel.
She was… utterly confused.