"You can't be afraid to show yourself to me." Sol slowly wrapped his hand around Dina's waist, reaching up to her bra and unhooking it from the middle and then holding it in place, resting his hand between her breasts. "To come to me, you must do so as you are, unreserved and willing."
"Thus has been spoken." Ikaris mumbled. "Sol is a man of literal intent, you must shed your shyness and offer him your innocence."
While this happened Arla stood patiently, blushing with her hands clasped between her thighs and a smile plastered on her face.
"Bare, and unrestrained?" Dina asked, raising her hand and holding on to Sol's.
