[ she raises her eyebrows, tilting her head back a bit further to look at corrigan in the eye. despite her, well, everything - handcuffed hands, spread legs, gauzy blouse - she’s still able to pull off faux-apprehension. ]

Bold of you, thinking I fantasize. [ she does. she taps one heel against the sofa in thought. ]

Sex in your office. All spread out on top of your desk. Your hands - just in general. They’re really nice. [ gripping her, fingers between her legs, holding her down - she’s not picky. ] And - I dunno. Maybe you picking out a dress for me and fucking me in it.