Bec reluctantly nods. "Alright, then."
"Fuck..." Eanne feels her world disappear again, as she's transposed into Bec, in another time and day. "Fucking...ah...asshole..." The first thing Eanne feels is, perhaps unsurprisingly, intense sexual pleasure. "How...ugh...fucking dare he-ooh..." The next is anger, and irritation. Combing through Bec's memories, Eanne sees that her bodyguard was dealt a second blow on the coronation day. After her wife left, she prepared herself to take over as chief bodyguard, only for her father to snatch the job away at the last moment. So instead, Bec sits inside her office in the security center, watching the security feeds and masturbating as she sees the way Eanne's dress clings oh so tightly to her figure. "A-Ah, fuck!!!" She cries out loudly, squirting out over her desk.
Eanne is dazed by the feeling of orgasm, the intensity she feels through the memory almost as good as the original. When she recovers a bit, Bec doing the same, she gets a better read on the way Bec feels about her, namely feelings of physical attraction, friendship, and a little bit of jealousy, though not to any degree that would alarm Eanne.
Eanne returns to the real world, to see Bec with her face in her hand, groaning. "Oh gods, why did it have to be that one?"