Karyn thought for a moment, but nothing came to mind. She looked at Jon, standing there with a quizzical look. This whole situation was just... ridiculous. After that slight bout of excitement she had, she didn't want to even remember any thought that would lead that way. She had known Jon for a long time and, yes, sometimes she had been aroused around him, but this was... well, just crossing a line. Was that why she was drawing a blank?
"Yeah..?" Jon asked again, a little bit more insistent.
Karyn simply shrugged. "I really can't tell," She gestured a finger at her head. "Bit blank in there."
Karyn looked up to meet Jon's eyes but he blinked and moved his eyes away abruptly. Karyn raised her eyebrows and got closer to Jon. "So... which did you keep?" She made her voice softer, simply curious. She placed her hands behind her back. Maybe she was telegraphing the "hey, I am not going to do anything" body language, but for Jon to avoid her eyes there must be something he just didn't like. Well, considering his luck with those fetishes, I am not surprised
"Ehmm... Oh, none."
Karyn just gave him a flat look.
"What!? You're not telling."
"Jon, we both told each other what we were into not five minutes ago. Figure it out wouldn't be too difficult," She crossed her arms under her ample bosom. "Besides, I know you know."
Jon sighed in defeat. "Just... I got a bit embarrassed because I imagined you dressed in a leather corset and spiked heels."
A pause. "Did I look good?"
"What?" Jon turned to look at her.
"Well, considering my new "assets", I must've looked smashing in your head," She ran one hand down in front of herself, as if showcasing a product. "I mean, I bet I can pull that off."
Jon stared at her, the image coming back to him. He blushed slightly.
Karyn broke out in laughter. "Oh, man! You're so easy sometimes."
Jon pushed Karyn on the shoulder. "Oh, shut up, dude. Not funny."
Karyn stuck her tongue out at him. "It is a bit."
Jon chuckled.
Karyn sat back down on the bed. Suddenly she didn't feel so bad. "I... I have this very strong urge to put my hair in ponytails and run my hands over some pantyhose."
Jon rolled his eyes. "You complain about me being embarrassed, but you blanked out!"
