Whether she believe her or not, that madwoman was taking everything that she could get out of Alkaid in that moment without even a speck of modesty. They were in the open. People could see what was going on under the cloak, and she didn't seem to care. If anything, the only action she took right then besides groping Alkaid was to reach back and unhook the cloak to let it fall to the side. While the warmth in the air was returning, she was making sure that the girl's first time was visible to anyone walking along.

Her tongue ravaged all along its partner while her fingers resumed their kneading, teasing ways. They pinched and prodded, palm pressing to soft flesh and thumb and forefinger squeezing her nipple, the nails barely digging into the sensitive skin. Whenever Alkaid seemed to push back, Chloe pressed forward more.

Finally, she'd relax a little on the groping, the hand releasing a breast only to reach down to a little hip pouch at her side. If Alkaid looked, she'd see the hilt of knife after knife after knife, all along her arms, strapped up in bandoliers to her back. there was an unzipping sound, and she produced a pair of handcuffs. Where Alkaid had fallen, there was a broken down old pole for the chain-link fence very close. She broke the kiss to smile at her, saliva trailing as she rain the link up towards the girl's wrists. "Just remember the word 'no,'" she breathed. "I will stop if you ask, I promise."