Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches
Emerson was in the process of cleaning himself up as well, laying back as she rested against him for the time being. He felt for her. He wasn't exactly officially opposed to the slave trade, but he supposed he wished, seeing Allison in control and going for something she'd wanted, that she could have her freedom.
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm all kinds of good," he assured her, laying back and enjoying the moment of relaxation before he'd have to get up again. "So long as you're good, I'm just fine."