"I've heard about how tough you so-called Turks are," Rikku replied, coolly, aiming for an air of disdain. "Forgive me if I'm not impressed. Everyone talks sooner or later."

The riding crop hit again, lower on his stomach this time. After she struck him, Rikku let the crop trace lightly back up to his sternum, only stopping when it tipped up the underside of his chin.

"But keep boasting," she added. "It's going to make this so much sweeter."

The next hit was squarely across the side of his face. Wait, was that okay!? Because she might seriously have hurt him with that and maybe you were supposed to stick to areas that weren't so bony. Except everything was bony on Reno and she had just kind of gone with it and if that, like, left a scar or something, she was going to tell him that it was his fault for not warning her "not the face." Because he hadn't. At all.

Luckily she recovered quickly, hopefully before he looked up. Because she had a role to play, until or unless he passworded out.

Safe worded. That one.