Valdana trips over that boot and goes sprawling, the tac baton skittering out of her hand and away across the floor. She starts to scramble after it on her hands and knees, until Koumyou's continued words stop her dead.
She flips over and surges to her feet, backpedaling away from him until she butts up against a worktable. She braces against it with both hands, gripping the edge so tightly her knuckles are white.
"You're deranged," she tells him, voice trembling with rage and fear combined. "These accusations you're making are absolutely ridiculous; you obviously don't know anything about the kind of relationship Devero and I have. They must not have kink where you come from, if you think the kink in our relationship is sex trafficking." She makes herself scoff.
Splitting her attention between Koumyou and her Interface, she reaches out and taps her open conversation with Ioleya. Get control of this, she types rapidly, or starts to at least. And get the guard here NOW.
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She flips over and surges to her feet, backpedaling away from him until she butts up against a worktable. She braces against it with both hands, gripping the edge so tightly her knuckles are white.
"You're deranged," she tells him, voice trembling with rage and fear combined. "These accusations you're making are absolutely ridiculous; you obviously don't know anything about the kind of relationship Devero and I have. They must not have kink where you come from, if you think the kink in our relationship is sex trafficking." She makes herself scoff.
Splitting her attention between Koumyou and her Interface, she reaches out and taps her open conversation with Ioleya. Get control of this, she types rapidly, or starts to at least. And get the guard here NOW.