A single perfect brow raises slowly. She secures the trousers with as much of a casual affect as she can manage. Then she slings the towel over her shoulders, so that the ends barely cover her breasts. She closes the distance between them with as admirable swagger and leans one arm against the wall next to her, effectively pinning her against the counter, "What was that, Nightboss?"
Instead she replies, "Whaaaat???" and slaps Harrow on the back awkwardly.
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A single perfect brow raises slowly. She secures the trousers with as much of a casual affect as she can manage. Then she slings the towel over her shoulders, so that the ends barely cover her breasts. She closes the distance between them with as admirable swagger and leans one arm against the wall next to her, effectively pinning her against the counter, "What was that, Nightboss?"
Instead she replies, "Whaaaat???" and slaps Harrow on the back awkwardly.