Blooper

I almost thought that I have no interesting bloopers. Then, I realized that I cut a lot of stuff from the banquet. Thirsty stuff.

Thirsty stuff is quite difficult to code in, since there are people who don't want to see that stuff even as an option. I will probably add a lot more oggling at the ROs (for you ogglers, I see you) once I start editing and figuring out what to do with the code. Anyway, here's some Niall and Tinsae oggling:

Tinsae oggling:

Tinsae steps in: "Of course, Gaius, please attend to your other guests. We will manage."

I sigh as the Legate's steps move further and further away from us. Thank the Twins he left. 

"Ugh." She rubs her temples discreetly before looking longingly at the door. "I think I'm going to get some fresh air." Beads of sweat have started to form near her cleavage.

*fake_choice

    #I only saw it because she started wiping them off with a cloth.

        It is indeed quite warm. Even if it's the late fall, the braziers have done their job at warming the room up. Too much, it seems.

        A bead of sweat runs down my forehead. Should I go to get some fresh air, too?

    #It seems that I was watching her breasts. It happened by accident. Of course, now that I have noticed my error, I look away.

        I don't know what came over me. This is not the time to gawk at her bosom. 

        No, there's not a good time to gawk at anyone's bosom.

        "Are you alright?"

        "Oh. Yes. Thank you."

        "No need to thank me." She smiles in a way that tells me that I can tell her anything. 

    #My gaze wanders down to her breasts.

        They look soft to the touch. Even if her dress covers them well, it's clear that they're quite big.

        *if ((gender = "woman") and (sex = "woman") and (not(bindings_aight)))

            I take a breath, growing acutely aware of my restricting bindings.

                #I'm almost jealous that she can dress as she likes. 

                    I bite my lip and take another peek at the breasts. 

                #I'm happy for her. She doesn't have to bear with the bindings.

        "Hati?" She has tilted her head to let me know that she can definitely see where my gaze lies.

        *fake_choice

            #"Can I help with the sweat? I have a cloth with me."

                "You want to… wipe the sweat off of my cleavage?"

                "Yes."

                "That is..." She hesitates. "I don't think I've ever met such a man as yourself."

                "Is that a good thing?"

                "Hm." She gives me a smallest smile before leaving.

            #"Um. Sorry. I was thinking about something else."

                "Oh. That happens to me, too, at times." She smiles, but it's hard to say if she believed me. At least she didn't take offense. 

Dem Niall's shins

#His said tunic is quite short. I peer at his naked shins.

        The garden is freezing during the night time air, yet his shins are wholly exposed. They are extremely muscular; that's probably the reason why he's showing them around without a care during late autumn. 

        I can't quite bring myself to complain.

        "Umm. Hati?" He looks at me, letting me know he knows that I'm gawking at his naked skin.

*fake_choice

            #Act cool.

            #Feign innocence.

                      #Oh no.