[ of course, with that little shrug, wanda's side of the shirt goes up as well, the hem riding up along her thighs that it exposes more of those lacy black panties beneath, making her snag the cotton with her fingers to grip them back down. it's not as if she's necessarily embarrassed, but she prides herself on doing things on her own terms, and the exposure of her curves stands among those very things. ]
A suggestion. Just like the first t-shirt was a suggestion.
[ after all, it was resistance of that instruction that brought them in this scenario in the first place.
but she sighs, shoulders sinking as her frustrated brow line begins to soften just slightly, at least appreciative of the fact that the girl isn't pushing too hard. ] ... Wanda. Yours?
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A suggestion. Just like the first t-shirt was a suggestion.
[ after all, it was resistance of that instruction that brought them in this scenario in the first place.
but she sighs, shoulders sinking as her frustrated brow line begins to soften just slightly, at least appreciative of the fact that the girl isn't pushing too hard. ] ... Wanda. Yours?