[ Smiling at the compliment, she swoops down to plunge her hands in the churning water and brings some along in her cupped hands as she stands. This she holds over her head and her hands open, trails of water down her arms, her face, and down. No care paid to her white shift or what she isn't wearing beneath it. ]
[ She reaches to take his hands again, cupping them together. Her skin is warm enough to take the worst of the chill from the water. ]
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[ She reaches to take his hands again, cupping them together. Her skin is warm enough to take the worst of the chill from the water. ]
Play with me.