[Sakamoto is aggressive in pursuit. He snarls mid-kiss, realizing that her mind is drifting, irritated by it all. If she's thinking about whoever it is she's waiting for...
The very idea of women being reduced to this is maddening. Why shouldn't she be allowed to be with who she chooses? Men are allowed to sate themselves in disgusting ways at night, but there are no establishments for women, certainly not in his day and age.]
Stop thinkin' about him.
Now-
[His fingers practically tear at her blouse, unbuttoning it with a violent fervor.]
How many times do you want to come tonight? Twice? Thrice?
[While his voice is loud, almost terrifying, his hands are nimble. One snakes under her shirt, darting to undo the clasp of her bra. He's well-practiced at this, and he pulls it off and tosses it to the side.]
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The very idea of women being reduced to this is maddening. Why shouldn't she be allowed to be with who she chooses? Men are allowed to sate themselves in disgusting ways at night, but there are no establishments for women, certainly not in his day and age.]
Stop thinkin' about him.
Now-
[His fingers practically tear at her blouse, unbuttoning it with a violent fervor.]
How many times do you want to come tonight? Twice? Thrice?
[While his voice is loud, almost terrifying, his hands are nimble. One snakes under her shirt, darting to undo the clasp of her bra. He's well-practiced at this, and he pulls it off and tosses it to the side.]
More than that?