[she wants to laugh, but can't figure out how she should be feeling when Pia's hand touches her thigh. the smart thing to do would be to mirror her actions, but Brooke's not exactly thinking clearly right now. instead, she turns her body to face Pia as head-on as possible—which means their legs are full-on touching, and she's surprisingly okay with that.]
[her eyes dart over Pia's body, following the trails of the tattoos up her arm and trying not to think about how hard it is to do anything with those fangs. going off the "boys like it when I do this" playbook, she reaches out with her left arm and touches Pia's cheek, then moves the hand back into her hair.]
[she can't keep eye contact, though. her gaze very clearly moves down to Pia's chest, and she lets out a drunken giggle.] Piercings.
[not nearly the most eloquent, but in her mind it gets the question across perfectly.]
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[her eyes dart over Pia's body, following the trails of the tattoos up her arm and trying not to think about how hard it is to do anything with those fangs. going off the "boys like it when I do this" playbook, she reaches out with her left arm and touches Pia's cheek, then moves the hand back into her hair.]
[she can't keep eye contact, though. her gaze very clearly moves down to Pia's chest, and she lets out a drunken giggle.] Piercings.
[not nearly the most eloquent, but in her mind it gets the question across perfectly.]