A conversation:
“Hey. Hey Emmy.”
“Shane, I will fucking kill you.”
“Emmy, there are lesbians.”
“I know. Would you please, please, please fuck me already?”
“…nope. Look at the lesbians!”
Then Emmy continued spewing hatred. Her eyes were on the screen the whole time, though.
…then I ran a fingertip down the curve of her ass and she gasped and forgot how to talk for a few seconds.
You should hear her now, though. No more hatred. Just a lot of begging and pleading.