Time To Reel In The Fish

I blinked, surprised by how direct her question was. A slow smile crept across my face, amused and touched all at once. 

"Are you asking if I'd want you to send me 'those' kinds of pictures? Where you're naked and all and showing off your erotic body, especially the places on your body where it's pink or purple instead of the usual green?"

She squeezed her eyes shut, groaning softly. "Forget it, Kafka! Forget what I said! I shouldn't have asked." Her ears flapped wildly, betraying her embarrassment.

But I gently tugged her hand, drawing her attention back to me. My expression softened. "Hey, it's okay." I chuckled, a teasing glint in my eyes. "I mean, I'm not gonna lie—it'd probably make my entire month if you did."

"W-What?" Her eyes snapped open, widening in shock. 

I leaned back with a mischievous grin, stretching my arms like I was about to deliver a grand speech.