When Quanxi comes to, there's a dull ache in her neck, where she'd been shallowly cut with Makima's sword. A slight memory, of a deeper wound, resides in the back of Quanxi's mind, the heady smell of blood thick in her throat.
Quanxi's single eye, as she comes slowly out of her haze, moves around lazily to scan her surroundings. It looks like an average room, not like a dungeon, or anything of the like.
Makima's personal apartment, then. ]
...
[ Quanxi is immediately aware that she's in little to no clothes, can feel how weightless she is. She's not ashamed of her body, toned and muscled in all the right places - what has her attention more is the collar around her neck.
Quanxi realizes then, that the ache might be from how tight the collar is pressed around her. Any tighter around her throat and she wouldn't be able to breathe. Her eye trails across the long leash, and to where that leash leads: curled around Makima's own hand. ]
I'm not going to remove it. [ Quanxi's voice is a mumble, her words short as ever. ] I have the feeling my head really would fall off if I tried...
[ And she figures it's trickier than just clicking a buckle out of place. ]
I'll listen if you want to talk. [ A pause, as she delivers what is likely a half-assed apology for what she'd said before. ] But I don't think talking is what we're here for. Don't think you would've taken my clothes off if that were the case.
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When Quanxi comes to, there's a dull ache in her neck, where she'd been shallowly cut with Makima's sword. A slight memory, of a deeper wound, resides in the back of Quanxi's mind, the heady smell of blood thick in her throat.
Quanxi's single eye, as she comes slowly out of her haze, moves around lazily to scan her surroundings. It looks like an average room, not like a dungeon, or anything of the like.
Makima's personal apartment, then. ]
...
[ Quanxi is immediately aware that she's in little to no clothes, can feel how weightless she is. She's not ashamed of her body, toned and muscled in all the right places - what has her attention more is the collar around her neck.
Quanxi realizes then, that the ache might be from how tight the collar is pressed around her. Any tighter around her throat and she wouldn't be able to breathe.
Her eye trails across the long leash, and to where that leash leads: curled around Makima's own hand. ]
I'm not going to remove it. [ Quanxi's voice is a mumble, her words short as ever. ] I have the feeling my head really would fall off if I tried...
[ And she figures it's trickier than just clicking a buckle out of place. ]
I'll listen if you want to talk. [ A pause, as she delivers what is likely a half-assed apology for what she'd said before. ] But I don't think talking is what we're here for. Don't think you would've taken my clothes off if that were the case.