Put On Your Doll Face

Duchess too had joined in with his near labored and satisfied breath as he had his way with her. But as he went to stand, she refrained from reaching up to grab him and pull him into some sort of embrace again. He was a complete stranger, and while she wanted the few minutes of just being held, satisfied, happy, she didn't expect it of him. But it felt to her that just as soon as he left her body, she was met brutally with the emptiness she felt every time she slept with anyone, including Indigo. And this second, she was missing the feeling of being wholly surrounded by that affection in the after math.

Her paw had only reached up slightly, but she stopped it before it had reached up enough to touch him. She bit her lip, maybe looking a little anxious as she had looked away from him and and turned her body back onto her stomach, her eyes searching the ground for a few seconds before looking back up to the brute, "So... do you have a name?" Her floozy behavior from before had certainly changed, but she still tried to play it off like she didn't really care either way. That was entirely a lie. She didn't regret what she had done, but she was realizing that she wanted more than just that climatic adoration.

"Duchess"