[The worst part about the way they've got her caught, Sypha quickly decides, is that with her feet off the ground and her arms dangling mostly uselessly where they're hooked around Trevor's, she really doesn't have the leverage to act, as opposed to being acted upon. Case in point, try as she might to roll her hips into the touch of Alucard's fingers and chase some friction from them, she really has no way of doing it with any sort of satisfaction.
(Oh, she could cheat. She could have Trevor on her side again in an instant. But where's the long-term fun in that?)
Still, it's not as though she's being neglected, or really at odds with how things are proceeding. She's just more inhibited than usual from imposing her intent on the world around her, and it's strange to get used to.]
One of you, hold me —
[It's evident from the inflection that she's not talking about being prettily bound.]
no subject
(Oh, she could cheat. She could have Trevor on her side again in an instant. But where's the long-term fun in that?)
Still, it's not as though she's being neglected, or really at odds with how things are proceeding. She's just more inhibited than usual from imposing her intent on the world around her, and it's strange to get used to.]
One of you, hold me —
[It's evident from the inflection that she's not talking about being prettily bound.]
Both of you, I don't care, but — just —