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[asmywitness]

[[Tyler screens his calls - anyone who tries to actually call him, he'll text back in reply.]]

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[wonderland_vogue]

[Tyler, you absolute bitch. Sure doesn't stop a small hint of a smile and a roll of the eyes, though there's no malice behind it.]

Don't get too content in that~ Which, speaking of, what did you think of that practice performance?

[asmywitness]

[Oh good, the performance. The mere mention of it gets a creeping redness across Tyler's face, but he still looks rather pleased.]

I don't suppose you'd be happy to give me a repeat performance?

[wonderland_vogue]

[That is what she wanted to see and she's humming to herself before moving to just casually straddle his lap.]

I could, or a different performance right here, if you wanted. [At least she's giving him an option?]

[asmywitness]

[His hands roam automatically down, starting on her knees and brushing up her thighs, digging his thumbs in a little to push up her dress a little, before he takes them back so he can talk. Though his face is much darker now, he certainly doesn't look opposed.]

What did you have in mind?