Certainly not. [She scoffed at the notion.] It was a test strike. And you passed.
[She flicked the whip back, cracking it again and again in a rhythm now, using the momentum from each previous strike to lead into the next. Due to the length of the whip, Zevran would have a healthy few seconds between each one to feel each wicked bite individually, before receiving the next. There was always something delicious about a beautiful person wanting to be at the business end of her whip, and Zevran Arainai was hardly an exception. In fact, she could daresay he might be becoming one of her favorites. Short of his crass tongue, he was oh so well behaved. And what pretty sounds he made for her.]
[When it seemed Zevran had gotten his fill, lest he be too sore for other fun, Meg relented, letting her whip run out the rest of its momentum in a flourish and be halted by the sand. Then, she came up behind him, wrapping her whip under his chin like a threat, and forcing him to look back and up at her.] Learned your lesson yet, Zevran?
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[She flicked the whip back, cracking it again and again in a rhythm now, using the momentum from each previous strike to lead into the next. Due to the length of the whip, Zevran would have a healthy few seconds between each one to feel each wicked bite individually, before receiving the next. There was always something delicious about a beautiful person wanting to be at the business end of her whip, and Zevran Arainai was hardly an exception. In fact, she could daresay he might be becoming one of her favorites. Short of his crass tongue, he was oh so well behaved. And what pretty sounds he made for her.]
[When it seemed Zevran had gotten his fill, lest he be too sore for other fun, Meg relented, letting her whip run out the rest of its momentum in a flourish and be halted by the sand. Then, she came up behind him, wrapping her whip under his chin like a threat, and forcing him to look back and up at her.] Learned your lesson yet, Zevran?