( when the image comes through, it's not as overtly explicit so much as it is suggestive. it's clear that it's taken in the reflection of a mirror perched against the wall a few feet away from her bed, sitting up in that cloud of a down blanket surrounding her, nothing more than an excuse for a black tank cropped enough to reveal the lower-swell of her breasts. her face is mostly covered by the device, but that red lipstick is still faithfully in place.
the message that follows has a guise of innocence, but the photo is clear indication of a bit sharper of intentions. )
[ the picture and its subject are both gorgeous, and kisa isn't exactly displeased to have seen it, except for the fact that by now she's caught on to what's happening in the city. ]
( a tap leads her to the inbox of who the message had strayed to, and while the woman's picture is familiar, she's not so sure a proper introduction took place back at that club. this didn't exactly establish much of one itself, but she can't help to feel some bite of relief that it'd gone awry to someone that was at least familiar. )
Ah, no... Sorry about that. I think this city thrives on the uncomfortable.
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the message that follows has a guise of innocence, but the photo is clear indication of a bit sharper of intentions. )
Come sleep with me?
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i dont think im who was meant to see that.
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Ah, no...
Sorry about that. I think this city thrives on the uncomfortable.
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yours wasnt too bad, at least.
[ much better than what she'd accidentally sent out. ]
im sure whoever it was meant for would still appreciate seeing it but i dont know how reliable trying to send it would be right now