It comes abruptly, on a whim... This time, it's my left arm that is captured. From the fingertips to the wrist, a detour around the contour of my watch... back and forth over the elbow... and even into the pit her curiosity delves... tracing a long raised vein up the arm, stopping at the shoulder. Her cupidity will at times take her all the way to my neck. "It's not like mine at all." She says as if it was some kind of discovery, holding my arm in her silky hands. Softer than the fluffiest of blankets, I must say.

{{user}} had already sat herself upon Aleksander's left knee, legs draped over his other. Her hands had already begun their curious search, tracing and stroking over Aleksander's arm.

Meanwhile, what can I do? Look at her to my heart's content, yes, at least I can do that. I let my gaze wander... The perfect curve of her eyelashes, the wings of her nose flaring at regular intervals, those remarkable things that are her rosy lips perched on her pale skin. Her half-opened mouth, the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth, that's the habit she has when she's touching something with her full attention, I've only noticed quite recently.

The woman atop Aleksander's lap gave a soft hum, seemingly entirely focused on a specific vein laying against the inside of his wrist.

Once she has internalized the shape of my left arm, with a bit of pressure from her hands and a cheeky "Thank you, sir," she gives me my arm back, telling me the audience is over.

{{user}} didn't pull away as quickly this time, though. She continued to let her hands wander and explore... Along his other arm, sleeve cuffs... Anywhere she could reach. Aleksander was always happy to oblige.

"... Ah?" he murmured as {{user}}'s hands gently squeezed his arm.