Sometimes I like to imagine that Crownslayer is too autistic to have ever kissed anyone and I'd convince her it doesn't count if you kiss through the mask. Imagine how hot it would be as you felt her face growing hotter under her mask as you dominated her face as she softly muttered curse words in Ursus (Блядь...), her legs turning into jello under her as she desperately reaches for a smokebomb to escape but I grab her wrist, keeping her locked in my workplace harassment...