Chapitre 883: The Birthday Star, Part 3

Irene continued to err on the side of extreme caution… or actually it was more like double-layered hesitation. Very clearly reluctant, but also just as clearly reluctant to stay reluctant. 

I'm surprised she hasn't blown a fuse yet walking the fine precarious line between contradicting choices. But I suppose when you're down to your last chance to do something, then it's not really much of a choice anymore, is it?

"When was the last time we even did this again?" Ria mused, stepping back, making space. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall if that's your concern. I'm very used to heavy loads."

Irene cocked a brow. "Heavy loads?" 

"Ah, whoops…" hissing in, Ria tried to endear her back with an apologetic smirk. "I mean, as heavy a load as natural, lusty beauty oughta be. Can't have those tasty curves like yours without also packing a little bit of fat, right?" 

You ask me, I think she was better off shutting her trap up for once.