"But the methods you chose to protect yourself are lethal. You need to be ready to kill your enemies."

"You don't? That's strange... Why do you train your fire things and swordsmanship if not to kill?"

"You want me to shoot them? Then I can take you in a trip to discover new planets."

like before, but now using that permanent cold skin. Amara's real hands move to the elf's back, searching for her dress lace to untie it.

"Such a good kitten~"

She whispers, her lips almost touching Elise's, but right before it happens, she dodges it and guides her lips to her left ear. A kiss, then her tongue move up to the tip, where she bites it softly.

The floating hand now takes control of her other ear, teasing it
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That hand floats its way to pass through Elise's field of view, and Amara face gets closer to hers, noses almost touching

"My powers...now tell me: should I stop, or admit you actually want to be my plaything"

She would never let Elise avoid it that easily. The cold hand touches her waist, waiting

That cold hand touches the back of her neck and slowly moves down her spine until it finds her hip.

Amara had a smirk on her face, those sensitive ears making things so easy to her. The Siren's tattoos soon start to glow, one arm carrying cold energy is created, floating behind Elise.

"If you don't want to be my plaything, then tell me to stop."
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"Are they? Should I stop?"

Elise was quite obedient, and that made things a lot more fun to play with. From her chin, those fingers slide to the other ear, copying those circular massage movements. Together, they go to the tip of her ear, massage it, and then go back to those basic movements.

"Looks like this kitten really likes some chin scratches... what about ear massages?"

She was teasing, and as Elise shows to like it, Amara feels free to just continue with whatever she wants. Her other hand rests on the side of the elf's head, her ear between thumb and index, slow circle movements

She touches her face and scratches under her chin, like she was petting a real cat. A devious smile on her face.

"You're a really cute kitten."

"Do you know how to meow?"

She was proud of her body, and even though it would be so easy to tease the blonde, considering how timid she is, her good heart would feel bad doing so.

"So, Elise, which planet you come from?"

She stretches her other arm to let her compare the flexed and relaxed muscles.

She puts almost her whole arm inside of that tiny purse, and takes out of it a gun that was probably made by a crazy person.

"Look. This one doesn't have any energy attachments, shoot just normal bullets. Horrible. But it is the closest thing I have to yours."

"What is that? Looks like an old Vladof... I think I have a Creech I wanted to sell here somewhere..."

Like a dog who found a ball to play with, now she was just curious with that weapon of hers. She reaches for the purse attached to her belt, and a light comes out of it.
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"Bold?"

She giggles, treating that situation as it was obvious or like Silvia just made a joke.

"I grew up beating up gangsters and traveled across the universe killing tyrants. I can recognize a soldier when I see one!"

Her eyes pandered over the Spartan weapon just now, and her curiosity grew
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