She gasped, feeling his fingers touch her. She squeezed her thighs shut, stopping him. "It's none of your business."
He chuckled, "Wild as always, are we? For a slut, you've still a little dignity, you know that? Applause to you, curator." He subtly gave a nod to Lucy, making her turn her face away. "I'm not a slut! And I don't appreciate you calling me that!" She yelled, but her voice was shaky.
"My apologies," he said, smiling. "But what happened here?" He repeated, now gently rubbing Lucy's pussy.
Lucy's body shuddered from his touch. She couldn't believe what was happening right now, how his touch could make her react like this. "Stop it! I don't permit you to touch me!" She said, pushing him away. Her face was of anger and shame.
"Oh? Didn't think you were only into girls. Your performance that day was that much astounding for a...virgin," he chuckled, his white hair locks falling to his crimson eyes.
