“Never happened, yeah,” Raven repeated. Not that she cared what other people taught about this little fantasy of her, but.. Actually she did care, she supposed, and was shy about others finding it out.
She stood beside him finally. Her elbows bent, she rested her forearms flat across his lap, propping herself on it. Her tush naturally raised a bit at the back, more of her leotard entering her crack. This little bird wasn't as little below the waist after all.
“Well, it's orange, if you must know,” the heroine answered. Though she doubted it would be needed. Why would it? She was a renowned hero, a dark sorceress who wielded forces from realms beyond human imagination. It would be funny for her to wave the white flag as a result of a little bum whacking.
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