[ Faith doesn't have to explain herself to anyone. She reminds herself of this every time doubt jolts her thoughts, infecting her with fleeting clarity. She doesn't have to know why she is doing this: her life is her own to set ablaze. The fire has been simmering for a good long while besides.
She steps inside after Ash and looks around the room, one eyebrow raising with passive interest, a smirk only starting to tug at her mouth. Another jolt when he picks up the paddle but she gives no sign of disturbance. She can't be scared away, not by him. She's game.
The instruction splits her mind in two: half of her wants to challenge and half of her wants to play. (All of her wants to be punished.)
Faith considers for longer than she means to before speaking up. ]
Mayor. That's my safeword. [ Her lips finally stretch into a full smirk after she pulls off her shirt and shakes her hair out. Her tone is somehow both confident and defensive when she next speaks, making eye contact as she steps out of leather pants. ] I don't have limits.
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Date: 2026-01-16 10:35 pm (UTC)She steps inside after Ash and looks around the room, one eyebrow raising with passive interest, a smirk only starting to tug at her mouth. Another jolt when he picks up the paddle but she gives no sign of disturbance. She can't be scared away, not by him. She's game.
The instruction splits her mind in two: half of her wants to challenge and half of her wants to play. (All of her wants to be punished.)
Faith considers for longer than she means to before speaking up. ]
Mayor. That's my safeword. [ Her lips finally stretch into a full smirk after she pulls off her shirt and shakes her hair out. Her tone is somehow both confident and defensive when she next speaks, making eye contact as she steps out of leather pants. ] I don't have limits.