Her fingers keep trailing up to her neck, tracing the mark that's there as she stares out of a nearby window. She's barely listening to anyone around her, her mind too busy racing with how to get out of this whole ordeal she's landed in. Submissive, huh?
Yeah, she doesn't like the sound of that at all. She hadn't liked the examination either, or being cleaned and dressed in a thing paper gown by overly eager medics. She hopes they were medics anyway.
"Is this just how things always go here? Some welcome..."
A Pocket of Pennies
"Boys, really--" Zatanna starts, a wariness to her voice that honestly has nothing to do with the situation she's found herself in with random thugs hanging outside the train. No, it was more because of the train all day, taking in a world of new information and a lot in life that doesn't quite make her happy.
"You don't want to try this right now." Not when her chief concern is getting to her new accommodations and seeing if there's a bathtub waiting for her. Or at the very least, a hot shower.
"There's nothing for you here. At least nothing I'm going to give you."
New Flesh Like a Glove
She isn't sure what she expected to see when she went to this expo. Probably not sexbots though. It's hat she's seeing -- with people giving them a try right out in public. She's hardly prudish or chaste by nature, but she quickly shakes her head at the encouragement of someone at the booth encouraging her to give it a go.
"I prefer the real thing, so unless you've got a decent boyfriend back there-- no thanks." Besides, she doesn't care how much they've sanitized those things -- they'll never feel clean enough for her.
Wildcard
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Zatanna | DC Comics | Submissive
Her fingers keep trailing up to her neck, tracing the mark that's there as she stares out of a nearby window. She's barely listening to anyone around her, her mind too busy racing with how to get out of this whole ordeal she's landed in. Submissive, huh?
Yeah, she doesn't like the sound of that at all. She hadn't liked the examination either, or being cleaned and dressed in a thing paper gown by overly eager medics. She hopes they were medics anyway.
"Is this just how things always go here? Some welcome..."
A Pocket of Pennies
"Boys, really--" Zatanna starts, a wariness to her voice that honestly has nothing to do with the situation she's found herself in with random thugs hanging outside the train. No, it was more because of the train all day, taking in a world of new information and a lot in life that doesn't quite make her happy.
"You don't want to try this right now." Not when her chief concern is getting to her new accommodations and seeing if there's a bathtub waiting for her. Or at the very least, a hot shower.
"There's nothing for you here. At least nothing I'm going to give you."
New Flesh Like a Glove
She isn't sure what she expected to see when she went to this expo. Probably not sexbots though. It's hat she's seeing -- with people giving them a try right out in public. She's hardly prudish or chaste by nature, but she quickly shakes her head at the encouragement of someone at the booth encouraging her to give it a go.
"I prefer the real thing, so unless you've got a decent boyfriend back there-- no thanks." Besides, she doesn't care how much they've sanitized those things -- they'll never feel clean enough for her.
Wildcard
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