[ Subjected to this dubcon handholding, Gray is handily snared with a small of squeak of surprise before she can skitter away. When she turns, her impression is of overwhelming pinkness, which triggers a certain response in her brain — namely, that it would be pointless to resist this person's force of nature. This isn't the obnoxiously pink-haired person she knows, of course, but there's just enough overlap that Gray applies her experience to the present.
Gray's surprise is such that she momentarily forgets her own nudity, her posture opening in preparation to be dragged along to who-knows-where. ]
Ah... alright!
[ Though they're both unarmed, it's easy to believe that Hilda can make good on her threat. Immersed in the world of magecraft as she was, she's used to seeing young, confident women wreaking havoc. ]
Um, if you lead the way, Miss, I should be able to keep up...
[ Just in case Hilda wants to let go of her hand now............. ]
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Gray's surprise is such that she momentarily forgets her own nudity, her posture opening in preparation to be dragged along to who-knows-where. ]
Ah... alright!
[ Though they're both unarmed, it's easy to believe that Hilda can make good on her threat. Immersed in the world of magecraft as she was, she's used to seeing young, confident women wreaking havoc. ]
Um, if you lead the way, Miss, I should be able to keep up...
[ Just in case Hilda wants to let go of her hand now............. ]