You're angry

You can't quite bring yourself to hold Lily, even though she clutches your chest. It takes you a moment to form a reply.

"Babe, you{if TSA Gender == 1} blew{elseif TSA Gender ==2} ate out{endif} a total stranger without asking me first? And I'm supposed to be grateful for what, that you didn't fuck them?" you ask, your voice rising slightly as your anger swells.

"But, you said I could..." Lily begins to say, and you can see she's hurt by your sudden outburst. "I thought this was what you wanted!" There's some fire in her eyes; you can see she was happy with her recent encounter, and you just told her she should be ashamed of it.

You shake your head. "I know I said you could do things like this, but I never meant you could do it without talking to me first. If it doesn't even occur to you to check in with me, then...I'm not so sure this whole 'sleeping around' thing is such a good idea," you say, deeply uncomfortable with the lack of control you feel right now.

Lily looks up at you, tears forming in her eyes. Slowly, her indignation settles down into sadness.

"I'm sorry. You're right, I never should have done that. Not without asking," she whispers, her fingers clenching around the fabric of your shirt.

You know she's an exhibitionist who gets off on acting slutty. You know this was a perfect opportunity for her, and as you think about it, your anger subsides into a dull ache. You put your arms around Lily at last and hold her tightly.

"It's okay, I forgive you. I want you to be happy. We'll find plenty of sexy things to do. Together."

The two of you stand there for a while, ignoring the other travelers as they pass by. Eventually you part, and flash each other weary smiles. Then you join hands and collect your things.