[Her silence is satisfying. Good, let her think about it. He is happy to leave her to her pensive thoughts while he carefully measures the sleep up her arm. Ben makes a point to hem it short, to keep the "poor smuggler" illusion up between them. When he is done, he steps away to observe his handy work.]
Put the vest on.
[He is very proud of himself. But he is also still thinking about her abs, and his eyes linger there for a touch too long while he looks her over.]
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Put the vest on.
[He is very proud of himself. But he is also still thinking about her abs, and his eyes linger there for a touch too long while he looks her over.]
Now you look like a proper degenerate.