[Yeah, she hasn't missed it-- any of it-- as the makeshift noose she's tied off around his neck slides into place along with him, catching on itself only slightly once he's settled down on his heels like a leash. One that's tied off on the elevator railing so that Nisha can step easily out into his office without having to bother dragging him along.
She drops her hat first. Jacket second. Back to him for all the slow, easy steps that it takes to find her way to the front of his desk.] Highness. Like the sound of that.
[The shirt comes off after she's turned to face him, small of her back set lazily against the edge of his desk, dark hair wild from the pull of fabric as it frames her face. He could pull himself loose if he wanted to now. Easily.]
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She drops her hat first. Jacket second. Back to him for all the slow, easy steps that it takes to find her way to the front of his desk.] Highness. Like the sound of that.
[The shirt comes off after she's turned to face him, small of her back set lazily against the edge of his desk, dark hair wild from the pull of fabric as it frames her face. He could pull himself loose if he wanted to now. Easily.]
Stay.