[Interesting. Interesting, though not entirely unexpected. Effectively having been given the go ahead, his grasp shifts, from simply holding her to... well, holding her about the waist, intimately, with both hands resting upon her hips. She's a small thing, certainly, but it could be said Gilgamesh preferred his women on the smaller side, so it worked out for the best.
They hold her there, but they do wander, along her sides until he's quite shamelessly taken hold of her breasts.]
I cannot possibly be the first.
[He lets the context hang, for a moment, unspoken, then elaborates.]
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They hold her there, but they do wander, along her sides until he's quite shamelessly taken hold of her breasts.]
I cannot possibly be the first.
[He lets the context hang, for a moment, unspoken, then elaborates.]
Who else has had the pleasure of taking you?