[Ymir blinks a bit. Not only did that not work, it went completely over this woman's head. Her hand rubs the back of her head, looking a tad lost as she wracks her brain for how to deal with this.
Her throat clears.]
No no, your outfit is fine, I'm just saying it'd also look better on my bedroom floor. Do you get my drift, babe?
always a pleasure
Her throat clears.]
No no, your outfit is fine, I'm just saying it'd also look better on my bedroom floor. Do you get my drift, babe?