Anya looked around, taking a few steps around to see what it was that was to offer thing.
It didn't take long at all before she just turned to face him from across the room, a look on her face that he knew he wanted to see more.
She took off her shirt, and threw it at him, hoping he'd catch it. Not that it would matter, she'd spun her own undergarments for sheer comfort, and she knew that if anything would get him, that likely would.
Assuming he didn't realise that it was her own webbing, of course.
If he did, then he might actually know waht was going on...
It didn't take long at all before she just turned to face him from across the room, a look on her face that he knew he wanted to see more.
She took off her shirt, and threw it at him, hoping he'd catch it. Not that it would matter, she'd spun her own undergarments for sheer comfort, and she knew that if anything would get him, that likely would.
Assuming he didn't realise that it was her own webbing, of course.
If he did, then he might actually know waht was going on...
♫Turn off my brain, this all feels the same♫