The Angler and Senpai Freire Dance Together

Her mind combed through every detail after each encounter, extracting pleasure from every moment until there was nothing left but a grey memory devoid of emotion.

Outside of limbo, she went about her tasks in a dream state.

"There was something so pleasant about that place. Even your emotions have an echo.....and so much space."

Every spare moment that did not require complete attention to her work was dedicated to him.

Him..........

What was he?

Sadistic came to mind.

A different type of predator

She knew that her logical mind did not have to have an answer for her intuition to know.

In fact, if she were not careful, her logical mind would cloud her sight and cause errors from overanalyzing, while her intuition had whispered to her in plain and simple words what she knew from her subconscious processing of information.

He was very careful to hide details about himself outside of Limbo, but that was not unusual. However, the lengths to which he did it were. Most people were eager to bring their successes and accomplishments from ALT world to Limbo to cash in on its social currency.

Her intuition provided her some possible reasons for his privacy......but nothing that her logical mind felt was necessary to overanalyze. After all, they had only been talking for 2 days in ALT world time.

Time, however, passed much faster in Limbo. Every hour that passed was a day. But because there was seldom a desire to keep track of time in Limbo, after all, people went there to escape it, she could not recall how much time they had spent together there.

Perhaps a week or so?

Two predators sizing each other up as prey.

Analyzing, evaluating, and synthesizing the information that each one gave the other.

The right hemisphere of their brains seeing the predator and the Left hemisphere seeing the prey.

Grasping,

Exploring,

Each other minds.

The right side looking for possibilities, while the left side desperately tries to close down to a certainty.

Chaos and order.

The reality is that the boundaries between ALT world and Limbo are permeable.

All you have to do is listen and pay attention.

The golden rule of the game.

And don't be so weary, that you blot out anomalies.

Baby Doll just couldn't resist herself. She liked this man. He gave her Senpai vibes, and she reveled in his intellectual energy. She flirted with him, teased him, offered herself to him, all of her usual girlie tricks.......and he cooly resisted them. This only made the girl giggle, and tingle even more from the excitement that comes from the promise of a cat and mouse game.

She did not care if she was the predator or the prey. She only wanted to have fun and would play the role that would give her the most satisfaction in the moment, a decision made arbitrarily, that only made sense in her mind.

She felt his energy tense, as he gazed at her intently, trying to figure out who she was....or perhaps thinking about how he would entrap her.

It crossed her mind.

But it was not Baby Doll's style to dwell too much on those things.

Girls just want to have fun.

She started dancing. It was her favorite thing to do. She glimmered in the heat of the sexual energy it ignited. She never meant to do it. It just always happened when she danced.

When she looked up again she found that he was bound by rings. That excited her.

It meant that she was safe.

Safe to gyrate her hips as she pleased. She could wind them slowly, swaying her legs and arms, and letting her tits bound freely to the rhythm of the vibrations of their minds without fear of whom she may be attracting.

But still, it felt good having an audience to appreciate the grace of her movements.

She liked watching his eyes observe her nude body, knowing there was a fire inside of him, awakening his imagination to all the things that he could do to her.

And it was, even more, amusing for her that her audience should be a predator disguised as prey.

She remembered his words...

"I won't ever be able to take by force anything that you are not willing to give.....or sacrifice to me."

She thought about his deep, sensational accent.

As she danced around him........the impulse to jump on his dick and ride him until she exploded intruded her thoughts.

A trap.

Instead, she giggled and climbed up on his lap, and checked the rings to make sure they were secure.

However, she knew that it was pointless to tie him physically.

Then she let her breast graze his face, giving him the opportunity to nip at her nipples before offering him the little patch of hair above her pussy to tickle his nose.

"I have to go," she told him. "But you tickle your nose and take one more sniff."

He didn't move.

Baby Doll shrugged. She had been weakened by being so close to him. If she were being weakened, that meant he was gaining strength.

"Wait," he called out. "Let me lick you.

Before you leave....bend over in front of me, and let me lick you from front to back and taste you."

She said something charming in response. But she did not say yes.

She didn't have to.

"I can feel you, I can smell you, more than just pleasuring my tongue with your body. I have been learning." He smirked.

"I like the aftertaste you left on my mouth." This time he laughed out loud.

Baby Doll laughed too.

Then responded...."the woman that will set you free will not be innocent."