[She stares him down for a few seconds before letting out a frustrated huff.
She only flicks her eye to the side for a second before she moves—there's a pile of bondage gear next to them, close enough for her to hook her foot into a set of cuffs with long connecting straps, perhaps meant to slide under a mattress. She swings it with her foot so the other cuff swings around his chest and she can catch it with her other foot, using that to try to draw him close bodily.
Is that something that works in real life? Probably not. But it's a dream.]
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She only flicks her eye to the side for a second before she moves—there's a pile of bondage gear next to them, close enough for her to hook her foot into a set of cuffs with long connecting straps, perhaps meant to slide under a mattress. She swings it with her foot so the other cuff swings around his chest and she can catch it with her other foot, using that to try to draw him close bodily.
Is that something that works in real life? Probably not. But it's a dream.]