[ there's some time between his text and her next response, but it does eventually come in the form of another picture, this time on the lower half of her face, her bare shoulders and her rumpled uniform beneath them. she has her fingers on her mouth, her lower lip streaked with that same wet from the previous picture. ]
[ oh, god. verso stares at this one for some time, at her rumpled uniform and how it fells around her neck, her hair framing her face, her fingers against her own lips.
[ it wouldn't do if she couldn't manage a tasteful sort-of-nude or two after dragging his eight dick pics last time. it's a point of pride, or something. ]
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finally; ]
You're much better at this than I am.
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I had some practice.