[What Luci takes as a hard number is, in fact, a mild suggestion. A seven is respectable length of pleasure. A nine or ten is going to mean bruises and scratch marks, as well as knocking a few people in this place into consciousness. What it actually becomes is up to what follows, and this continuous back and forth is one hell of a good start. Half the fun is anticipation, after all.

That's exactly why she does nothing to stop Luci's careful advancement, but puts a hell of a lot of strength into appearing unaffected. It only half works: Luci's voice is difficult to push out, and Nariko might shudder just a bit.]

And let me guess, you won't hear any arguments about that, will you? [She puts on a fake, disappointed look.] Just don't think you'll pull a fuck and run without getting yours. You've got to tire out eventually.

[And Nariko's endurance was absolutely nothing to sniff at, either.]