That the doll responds with such warmth in her voice to her threat is… a shock, and it slow’s Lauriel’s exploration of the doll’s body for a moment as she wrestles with the idea that the doll could want that. Would let her do that. She doesn’t have the tools for it, she reminds herself and the doll’s touch finding a sensitive spot on her side jerks her back to the moment. She squirms, a moan hidden against the doll’s sensitive ‘skin’ before she takes her teeth to it with a playful bite.

The exchange of pleasurable touch continues, Lauriel losing herself in it until the doll speaks again, she draws herself away with another teasing nip and sits up slowly. Her hazy eyes consider the doll, her dulled thoughts taking a long moment to collect themselves into words. When they do, she fakes a smirk and pulls away, giving the doll room to sit up as she nods. “You’ve been a very good doll, I suppose you can have a reward.”

She shivers, gently helping the doll sit up if she needs it so she can pull at her clothes, wiggling to help her take them off. However when the doll pulls her pants down, she gasps out, her hazy look clearing for a moment to reveal sharp fear just barely held back. “Not my panties.” She orders, shivering for a moment and taking a deep breath, to let the warmth come back over her. “You can touch, but… you can’t take those off. Ok?”

She doesn’t expect the doll to disagree with her, but it’s a question still.