H-152: Captree, Platters on the Esplanade
Cinna stares hard and unblinking at Lia for a long time, obviously internally processing; I’ll assume Lia has the sense to allow her to cogitate without interrupting.
Eventually her brittle reserve softens ever so slightly and she says quietly, “My sexual experiences haven’t always been pleasant. Sometimes I get… memories. It can kill the mood for me without warning.”
She’ll let that hang, but she’s watching Lia intently for her reaction.
She will see no judgement in Lia’s gaze, nor will she see pity. There is a moment of understanding, followed by her reaching out her hand across the table.
“That’s something I can understand. Whatever you need, that’s what I’m here for, you just let me know…”
Her eyes are warm and she has lost none of her sensuality.