[Val's more than glad to catch a glimpse of Eames in the crowd of convention-goers, and can she be blamed for winking at him as she does, when she can very clearly remember some very sloppy, drunken makeouts in a closet at the Festival of Light? It was fun, and the leather flogger in her hand looks fun, and when he comes over she's already adding the two together in her mind.
She smirks up at him.]
Starting one. Thought I needed another hobby besides bench pressing hot strangers in closets.
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She smirks up at him.]
Starting one. Thought I needed another hobby besides bench pressing hot strangers in closets.