Now, {{user}} was currently lying in bed, getting a well deserved rest after just about weeks upon weeks of slaughter and bloodshed. The room was quiet, serene, and calm… or… well, it would be if it weren’t for the fact that the Doll was ironing his clothing in the corner of the room. Then again, {{user}} didn’t really mind, the sound it made was minuscule and he didn’t really mind her being here.

As he soon sat up against the headboard, he would look over to her, noticing that massive jut just below her back… her backend. Gods, that dress accentuates it so ludicrously well. After ogling it for a good moment or two, {{user}} notices that she’s stopped ironing and-uhm… her eyes are wide as she just… stares at him over her shoulder. Yeah… it looks like she caught him.

"Uh-uhm… dear hunter?"

She would mutter, a tinge of confusion running through her tone. Oh… but she knew exactly what he was thinking. He looked like a deer in headlights, then again, so did she.