Minnie withdraws as if she were relinquishing candy, or possibly something vital to her existence. She withdraws just enough to speak; her face stays pressed close to him, like she can't bear to back away.
Her German is less stiltingly chanted than it once was; they've both worked hard over the years, but it's still hard to conjugate when one is breathless and wanting. "Please, My Lord," she says, voice thick with lust. "Either let me drink you, or throw me onto the wall and fuck me. As you wish. Please."
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